A poignant taste of passionfruit

#*Morning falls

from a budding

cherry tree;

the colour

of nightsong’s

waning blossom

comes to be

an echo

only heard

by the wind

Soundless remnants

of an intimate

twilight odyssey

tarry thickly,

drifting lightly

through the landscape

of dawn

The hushed echo

wields the silent

reverie

of the night,

gently rippling

the rivers that run

through the heart

The poignant taste

of passionfruit lingers

in the sensory traces

of a warm

passing breeze;

penetrating

the lonely chill

of a naked night's

work of art

~

Jesse*#

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