Holding the first light,
In their petals,
These summer flowers,
Quite often talk to me.
The sudden pull of emotions,
Or hammock of thoughts within me,
Silently the dewdrops unwrap,
And as I drench in the fragnance,
Quickly they hide behind the mist again!
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 10:25 AM UTC
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