but the scent
remains something sweet,
more potent now
it's flush's forgotten
Still crying beauty
From beneath my feet
And memories of you
May have lost their colour
But petals they shed
perfume the air
And vibrant longing
is awoken
fine fingers through your phantom hair
You are not there
But your aroma follows me everywhere.
The blossom is rotten
The colour gone
I've not forgotten
The sweet scent of your memory
lingers on
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