Apr 2015
I bottle dandelions, silly-saving them up,
Fearing they will never reach your shores,
The blue island, the rose
Of your lost hope, as I see to it
That you know, understand,
With the subtlest implications,
That the bouquet of my love, your love,
Misses you back.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Fearing they will never reach your shores,
The blue island, the rose
Of your lost hope, as I see to it
That you know, understand,
With the subtlest implications,
That the bouquet of my love, your love,
Misses you back.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft.
("The Pearl of the Orient")
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