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no explanation

my tears

don’t ask questions

and my mind unable 

to compute

their meaning

do they taste of joy?

is their sweetness 

speaking of a sadness lifting?

no calculus can square

my feelings

no answer

sufficiently describe what happens

when our hearts meet

no explanation

measures the level of their resonance

my experience of you, 

of us 

escapes comparison

my words and their feint echo

can never replace 

being with you

Wolfgang Lee moving from the heart

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