To  my beautiful visitors,

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The journey

A fragile rice paper stretched across the miles, 
Transparent in white whilst secretly hoping, 
Where every brushstroke of mine reconciles,
The distance that we’re connecting.

I dip my brush into the deepest blue,
A wash of sky, a salt-rimmed sea,
In the hopes of rhyming with my given name,
Where I feel the depth of lives within ,
Hearing the echoing waves.

Then a beam of light appears, 
Like sunlight caught on bamboo leaves, 
A gentle snowflake landing on orchids,
A chrysanthemum quietly mourning the loss of a loved one,
Where I ink my plum trees reminding me,
A timeless moment of joy that we shared transforms into blooms,
Stretching into eternity.

The quiet symphony that we sing, 
The hidden pattern longing weaves,
Our hands may graze a different air, 
In separate rooms of light and shade.

Knowing the tether's eternally there, 
We are the ones painting the bridge, 
We ink the line, 
Until the boundaries start to blur, 
Into the abyss of the sea,
Hearing the sky in our dreams,
And in that space, 
The journey of your soul and mine 
Become the light and the shore, 
Eventually the one.

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