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Your Breath

When I waked up from deep sleep, your breath could be heard beside me.


Your easy sleep makes me easy.
When I face you, you look like so brave,  but when Ilooked at you down to me standing up for next job, your pretty face could make me eased.


Your fragrant smell stings my nose so pleasantly. 
When I looked at your sleeping face on the bed, Igot my reminiscence about you when I first met you, and several spots with you later.


You are present at somewhere in this world, as long as you live like me, I anytime have marvel, around meeting you., and question me, what brought to meet you at the time.
At that time, everything was revolted. 
What I could see so trivial was made felt so miraculous and what I could see so good was made so cheaper.
That overturn must have meant to me certainly to me.


Yes, it's reason is inexpressible and it must mean in own life for anyone, probably.


Breathing in clear in clear air, that cntains very many scent with your all.
Looking over the skies above me, that air is chained to now whereabout you are now.
That thing is so terrific.


If we are remote together, seen skies and ground anytime I am on, these guide me an imagination around you and your place.


As long as I live, your breath's dim noise could never slip away from my memory of it.
(May. 2nd. 3rd. 2020)