I have a feeling—
you've read all my writings with such fierce feeling.
When we write together, it becomes something wonderful!
Through the long hours of reading these pieces...
you were within me,
in the echo of those spoken words, you...
brought our memories to life.
Each of these was written around our emotions—
perhaps you too, reading them...
slowly began to love me?
How clear is my place in your heart?
How real am I in your soul?
I don't know—
why did you shelter my tears so tenderly!
How long I waited for one reply from you...
This way I wrote a thousand pages—
yet received no answer,
never once heard your voice.
But the moment my final letter reached you—
afraid of losing me...
you became busy seeking me out,
for the first time—you wanted to know why my heart was heavy.
The Clarity of Feeling
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