There are certain people that come into your life, and leave a mark. I’m talking about the ones who, for whatever reason, are as much a part of you as your own soul. Their place in your heart is tender, a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless. If you had a lifetime to talk, there would still be things left unsaid.
Source: Sara Zarr (via wordsthat-speak)
The bloom is not a bloom,
The mist not mist.
At midnight she comes,
And goes again at dawn.
She comes like a spring dream - how long will she stay?
She goes like morning cloud, without a trace.
Bai Juyi, The Bloom is not a Bloom
.Bai Juyi was a Chinese Tang Dynasty poet. His poetry is widely read and loved because his writing style is easily understood. Image: Hu jun di
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