My fulfillment

Your soft image appears in the cool shadow of the trees with a gently breeze. I had a clear vision thanks to a white, fluffy cloud, an unusually warm summer day, and a fragrant herb wind.

Perhaps it was my heart that ripped you out of the shadows—the pit of unbreakable fears—and brought you before me, encircled by an unmatchable garland of perfection. Your features blend with nature when I gaze at them: your eyes are bright green foliage, your smile is soft and warm, and your lips are touched by the delicious honey aroma of herbs and flowers. My passion for the long-awaited image I hold dear and my love of nature go hand in hand.
But, the sun's intense brightness gradually and invisibly casts an openwork curtain over your image. The melody of your arrival and departure is now a new song. My vision is unstable. It is hidden by vegetation and entangled in tree branches in an uninteresting cloud. I reach for it after glancing at the vanishing silhouette. My mind is seized by a fear of incomprehensibility. Your picture has disappeared into a nameless, definitionless nation. To the realm I created, where my worried thoughts soar continually.

Shame you're not here with me. And how can you know if my light, joy, and unhappiness will ever touch it, if your picture will ever reappear?

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