SAWARU ~

触る

It lingered…

The way he brushed her hair away, the softness of his fingers. The way they intertwined with hers. Like rustles of leaves in the wind, breezing on by; softly, ardently they moved. How easy, how fast. They dreamed. Minutes float like clouds on a sunny day, winter sang her song. The wind howled in echoes of lovers. Swiftly, merrily, passionately it all came to a stand still. An hour, a day, a second…it passes. All in the simplicity, the uncomplicated, the beauty of a gesture- A TOUCH.

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