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Every time I plunge my nose into her lilac hair
I smell this wild aroma tickling my nostrils
Every time I kiss her fresh neck under the violet twilight
I feel this scent melting with my blood
From her very name resonates my childhood's morning glory
I beg you, running Time, leave her unscathed
From her crocus gaze, a thousand chills!
I learn the bitter meaning of perfection
She drops blue bell caresses off my relieved inwardness
Like an angel without faith, I might sin
Turning heavens against me for her dahlia grin
When I look at my heart, I realize she coloured my world
Lavender!
Literature
my neighbour has a garden.
my neighbour has a garden
& not many flowers bloom,
but he tends to it with great care –
his garden is bereft of birds,
stripped of glee or sunlight,
& rain always seems to bathe the ground
his daughters don’t come by anymore;
it’s just me in his backyard,
listening to his war stories told to no one –
he tells them to the wind with tears in his eyes,
(begging someone to please
“listen to me”)
but little does he know that the wind
has a name
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lilac
flicker eyelids shut
translucent wrists in the meadow
and you said, "these violent
delights have violent ends" and
i remember staring, broken bones,
dry tongue
dusk: the clouds are smeared
across the sky and i'm
doused in diaphanous hues
the smoke falls upwards
from my mouth and everything
is the wrong way round again,
i watch the night bleed the
sun away and remember
how you did exactly
the same thing
Literature
I Loved A Girl
I loved a girl – she smelled like August melancholy,
sweeter still,
she carried the scent of festival emotions,
tempered by the midnight flames
and fireflies' glow.
I loved a girl – her hair, the gentle hue of embers,
reflected dancing candlelight,
while in her eyes, as brown as mahogany,
I discovered tiny galaxies,
but most importantly – I saw my smile.
I loved a girl – I sensed her heartbeat,
playing to the rhythm of my breath.
Her every word,
imprinted tender cherry blossoms,
onto my soul.
I loved a girl – her lips tasted like morning air
cool against my heavy forehead,
her skin, softer than satin threads,
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This is amazing.
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