Monday, November 30, 2015

Dying Rose




I dreamt I kissed you on the neck.



I dreamt your neck was soft 


                                     
like the leaf of a linden tree.



I dreamt away the night.

                        
                                     
Easy dreams.


                                    
Light as the breeze.


                                                                      
Empty as the centre 



of a dying rose. 




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