the bond we share smells like daffodils
the smell of running barefoot laughing loud
i catch some gentle notes of roses - and somehow their thorns
the scent of crying silently in the room we shared
feeling for each other more than for ourselves
the bond we share sounds like the buzzing of cicadas
you can’t see them, yet you know they’re around
same with us -
we’re miles apart, but i can always hear you in my heart
i love our bond
i’m warmed by gratitude
no words can describe it
so i burst into tears
to my sister
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