The sudden saudade
of a sunny summer day:
A wind kisses my skin
and carries me away.
The spring of your soul
makes the autumn flee.
The air smells your petrichor
Wish you were here with me.
Who has seen the wind blow?
But I have felt your embrace
In its volumes as it speaks
Letters distance couldn't erase.
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