Bryan ferryy
If You Come leave the door slightly open. The afternoon will know how to enter with you. I will not ask where that shadow in your eyes has come from. There are birds that return without telling the way. I will make tea. While the water sings, jasmine fills the silence with its fragrance. Let us sit by the window. Between us, only the whisper of the leaves, and time, forgetting to pass. If a tear should find you, do not brush it away. Even the morning dew lingers for a little while upon the flowe
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