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Image<\/strong>: \u00a9 nofrills, The Sea, flickr License, Source<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Author:<\/strong> Sabine Weyermann<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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As Adichie says: \u201cyour hands through
each other\u2019s hair, his soft and yellow 
like the swinging tassels of growing corn.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u2026 and there are the hidden ladybirds on your arm,
the bumblebee, lost in wild flowers,
the quiet joy in your laugh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The softness of the yarn on your shoulders,
and those ones over me, moving like tidal waves,
before I see the impact of water crashing
in your eyes. <\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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There is light, and there is Spring,
I hear the horses at the station for the first time,
it makes me grin, a fragment of you in my life, 
that cannot be withdrawn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I smile, I kiss you goodbye, as it is stolen, too few,
but there, I smile, still full of that shock darkening
your eyes,
at that very moment the surge broke on the rocks, 
and I\u2019m wishing you good night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u2026but my hand in your hair says
Stay, let us navigate the rising tide again.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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