Have you laughed for no reason?
Billows of stillness.
Have you cried without
knowing why?
Tears are crystal wells of silence.
For what purpose
does your chest rise and fall?
Flowers of gratitude.
In Winter, let it be Winter.
In Spring, let it be Spring.
And now for no reason,
without knowing why,
breathe love.
Painting: Renoir's 'Spring'
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