THOUGHTS OF YOU
Smelling a
fragrant flower
feeling the softnes
of velvet petals,
memories run
rampid,
through my mind.
On a windy day
when leaves sigh
I listen for your
voice
calling my name.
Echoes so familar.
Walking in the
garden
in the cool
of the evening
you are there,
waiting.
out of sight, out of
reach
but ever so near.
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