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A rush of wind through the grass,

through the leaves of the trees,

brings fragrances

like

far away rain

in my nose and on my skin.

Dream-like visions:

White jasmine flowers and hay,

I never want to leave.

I am alive again.

A rain fall drumming—

flooding water in the stream

paints landscape colors in my mind.

I see you there:

your eyes are happy,

your lashes flutter at me.

I feel home.