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floating
on the breeze
swirling
in a swoon
laments in
blue and purple
are the
petals of the moon

waned a
crescent of a flower
waxed to
cabbage rose
now the
tight held tithes
sift down
in
airy
floes

lying in the grass
of a dark
wide-open
field
sweet
swanning
petals find me
moon's offerings
revealed

i inhale their
fragrance
their light sweet perfume
they cover me
with kisses

the
petals
of
the
moon

I put on that perfume
I stopped wearing months ago,
that you used to tell me
smelled so good,
in hopes that maybe
the cold, winter wind
might blow the scent across the river,
as it dries out my skin
and helps the tears fall
that I've been suppressing for days
in order to convince myself
I do not need you here

So many dreams that flow
Is bottled in different colored bottles
Each has unique fragrance
You are the perfumer
With in-depth concepts of moods
Every dream a combination
Of special ingredients
- hope, anxiety, happiness
Intense moments of loneliness
In the life’s laboratory
Experimenting with different situations
Your sense of smell
Follows each and every moment
The colored bottles
The different stages of life
Each note of perfume you choose
With much alacrity
The aroma of your dreams
Now spray them
To let the world savor them
Your keen senses
Have concocted uniqueness
Whose aroma lingers