When I listen to the sound of a piano softly singing,
When I hear the stars giggling at night,
When the imposing, deafening, roaring noise of silence assaults me,
I miss you.
If I stare too long into the mirror-reaching through eyes to soul,
If I stop to wonder why the sky stretches to heaven,
If I devour the beauty of river, mountain, pebble...
I miss you.
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