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Minus You
The soft rain has eased to a stop.
The flirtatious musk of the grass
pervades my solitude and makes me shiver.
Through my windows (which face towards you)
twitters a joyful robin,
bringing bright greetings to my pensiveness;
I hear your laughter.
I think of you.
The robin kisses the surface of a still puddle
and moistener his throat.
He sings more, and again rings your laughter!
My soul bathes in Nature's beauty this morning,
but I'm still incomplete -- minus you.
