Was it love that grazed me yesterday, like the faint breath of silken robes in the dark, like a wind-carried scent, like chords drifting from the azure night— from where, you know not, yet your blood halts and hearkens to the mysteries of all things… and your whole essence pours forth in hesitation, you feel yourself as a stream threading the world and yet intuit something more—beyond—this—world, as though behind a gossamer veil’s gentle guard a kingdom of heaven still lingers, brimming with flowers, fruits, and suns, and smiling, it waves to you, the one that stirred you so profoundly. Was it love that grazed me yesterday, like the faint breath of silken robes in the dark, like a wind-carried scent, like chords drifting from the azure night— from where, you know not, yet your blood halts and hearkens to the mysteries of all things… and your whole essence pours forth in hesitation, you feel yourself as a stream threading the world and yet intuit something more—beyond—this—world, as though behind a gossamer veil’s gentle guard a kingdom of heaven still lingers, brimming with flowers, fruits, and suns, and smiling, it waves to you, the one that stirred you so profoundly.
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