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[shikaiyou]

Lately and often I think of the smell of rain and fragile blossoms turning toward the sun for life, of mingling breaths and souls and bright eyes behind a prison of lashes. Of a beating heart in my hands and words upon my skin and every single thing that is simple and honest. Of trees painfully bare as the sky falls and settles upon the earth as

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[zetian]

I love the smell of rain. You can see rain before you feel it, and sometimes you can even taste it. It's the most expressive, for me. I'm not much into kinsetsu. but if I could, I'd choose spring and early June because of the rain.

I can see the imagery you're trying to portray here and I feel emotion, but I'm not so certain I feel what you feel. But then again, perhaps I'm not supposed to?

[shikaiyou]

I look forward to the rainy season every year. If I'm not out in it I open the windows and sit and listen for hours. It's almost like I lose and gain so much at the same time when it rains.

I don't think I want you to feel anything other what you are feeling. I'm not sure what I am right now.

[aikagi]

As I sat eating breakfast, I watched a male bird tirelessly fly back and forth to bring his mate bits and pieces for their shared nest.

[shikaiyou]

This made me smile... too much, I think.

[aikagi]

Me, too... ^^ I didn't have anywhere to be for a long time, so even after I was done eating I sat and watched for... a while~. There was just something really sweet about it.

[shikaiyou]

It seems so selfless and yet... the poor thing has no idea.

[hendrixkin]

Don't know our destination, my poetic fairy?
It doesn't matter, just what you feel, think, love... and all come... just for you.
You can find something or somebody can find you through the mist... my fairy.
At the end, all is discovered, the world has beautifull colors to show you.

(sorry for my bad english)