hears the
whispered words
in the melody of
raindrops, smells
the jasmine locks
on an imaginary
breeze, holds
the phantom hand
without the warmth
returned, tastes
the fallen memories
from once adoring
eyes, sees
the absent soul
now hidden from
forever’s gaze
Oh this!
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Thank you m’lady
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