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each spring you arrive
unannounced—
a breath before words
a scent that fills the backyard
before I remember to look
twenty years we’ve lived this way
you, blooming in silence
me, naming you only by fragrance
until one page turned—
a dream from distant mountains
whispered your name:
梦花
flower of dreams
a thousand-mile fragrance
you were never nameless—
only living
beyond the need for names