My little, my dear
My precious, my flower.
Summer breeze brought
your smell from the sea -
I sensed you in fullest bloom
I felt all your feelings
I studied you petal by petal
The breeze is no more
You are no more
I am no more.
But for once -
I want to:
Smell you
Feel you
Touch you.
My little, my dear
My precious, my flower.
August 13, 2009
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