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I like the subtle fresh green budding from the branches of the tree ¡ª the herald of spring, ushering in the dawn...

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I like the subtle flow of cloud that makes the sky seem even more vast, azure and immense...

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I like the subtle wind. In spring, it steals a kiss on my cheek; in autumn, it caresses my face;
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I like the subtle taste of tea that last long after a sip . The subtle bitter is what it is meant to be...

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I like the subtle friendship that does not hold people together. In stead, an occasional greeting spreads our longings far beyond...

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I like the subtle longing for a friend, when I sink deeply in a couch, mind wandering in memories of the past...

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Love should also be subtle, without enslaving the ones fallen into her arms. Not a bit less nor a bit more...

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Subtle friendship is true; subtle greetings are enough; subtle love is tender;
subtle longing is deep; subtle wishes come from the bottom of your heart...

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