Imperceptible, Yet Palpable

Who can know the sound of frost melting in the winter sun?

Or the scent of buried seeds waiting for the spring?

I sometimes think of love that way.

Imperceptible, yet palpable.

Innocent, yet profane.

 

Peace

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