The flower didn’t open its mouth.
What more words would they have needed?
We were watching each other face to face.
Wet with the dear fragrance that rose
Over the desk brushed by the season,
Have you been all right?
Why are you so silent?
Though I wanted to ask a question,
I too didn’t say a word.
I had no need to say anything.
For the flower speaks with fragrance.
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