Yet
There was no breeze,
Yet when I looked at her,
Her hair danced gently in the wind.
There was no rain,
Yet when I walked with her,
Her skin gathered the morning dew.
There was no warmth,
Yet when I thought of her,
Her shadows hid from the solar rays.
There was no pressure,
Yet when I spoke with her,
Her world was her visible strength.
2018
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