I Like the Subtle Feeling
I like the subtle fresh green budding from the branches
of the tree, the herald of spring, ushering in the
dawn.
I like the subtle flow of cloud that makes the sky seem
even more vast, azure and immense.
I like the subtle taste of tea that lasts long after a
sip. The subtle bitter is what it is meant to be.
I like the subtle friendship that does not hold people
together. Instead, an occasional greeting spreads our
longings far beyond our reach.
I like the subtle longing for a friend, when I sink
deeply in a couch, mind wandering in memories of the
past.
Love should also be subtle, without enslaving the ones
fallen into her arms. Not a bit less nor a bit more.
Subtle friendship is true; subtle greetings are enough;
subtle love is tender; subtle longing is deep; subtle
wishes come from the bottom of your heart.
Anonymous
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