Komorebi
sunlight as it filters through the trees
Sweet tender sound
A komorebi
sound of raindrops crashing into oceans
waves resonating between both hands
bird wings dancing beyond clouds
sunlight slicing down your nose
Sounds that keeps us awake
becoming silence in my thinking
wind humming through sunflowers
Green leaves falling and floating
sound of rivers soothing
sound of starlight shooting
Sounds I need to listen
Like your brown eyes need to glisten
sound is mere choice
sound of enamored white noise
simple sound of your voice
Sweet tender sound
A komorebi
sound of raindrops crashing into oceans
waves resonating between both hands
bird wings dancing beyond clouds
sunlight slicing down your nose
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Pakk Camacho
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