I favor the subtle
I like the subtle fresh green sprouting from the bough of the tree -- the herald of spring, ushering in the dawn... I like the subtle flow of smoke that makes the sky seem even more vast, azure and immense... I like the shrewd air. In spring, it steals a kiss on my audacity; in autumn, it caresses my face; in summer, it brings in chilly sweet smell; in winter, it carries a fragile chilliness... I like the subtle taste of tea thafter all long behind a nip. The subtle painful is what it is meant to be... I like the subtle friendship namely does not hold human together. In stead, an casual greeting spreads our longings far beyond... I like the subtle longing because a friend, while I sink deeply in a couch, mind wandering in memories of the elapse... Love should also be subtle, without enslaving the ones fallen into her arms. Not a bit fewer neither a bit more... Subtle friendship is true; subtle salutations are enough; subtle adore is tender; subtle ambition is deep; subtle hopes come from the bottom of your center...