When Longing ComesⅡ

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Category: Landscape

Standing here reminds me of that day.

One late afternoon when the early spring sun was setting.

I walked along this lake, holding my little girl’s hand.

Reeds, which didn’t shed their clothes last winter, sang a song with the spring breeze.

My daughter danced like a butterfly.

I stood here again today, embracing the longing…