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Temperate Bloom
2024-01-22
Were you there that day,
when the saintly smell in the air
made me fall in love with you?
Coming inside me
a singular night, a broken heart
alone, I conjured.
When the lilac bud exploded,
that Spring, in your image I went to sleep
in the joy I felt.
COPYRIGHT © Patricia K McCarthy
when the saintly smell in the air
made me fall in love with you?
Coming inside me
a singular night, a broken heart
alone, I conjured.
When the lilac bud exploded,
that Spring, in your image I went to sleep
in the joy I felt.
COPYRIGHT © Patricia K McCarthy
