Your words

quote:

Originally posted by dear Margherita:
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Some have fun in messing up my hair
in lieu of your dancing fingers,
giving me this look of cheerfulness
despite my own imminent winter
right on the threshold to the beyond.

Your cherished words were dispersed
I assembled them into fragrant bouquets.

quote:

Originally posted by dear Margherita:




Your cherished words were dispersed
in life’s remote corners here and there,
besides within treasure boxes of my brain.
I assembled them into fragrant bouquets
held together by tender heartstrings.

Then I launched them into the skies
upon itineraries of peaceful oblivion,
as flowers of long forgotten seasons.
But now relentlessly they shower me
with petals drenched in loving memories.

I have washed them in my tears
caused in times of joy or sorrow,
partly they were absorbed by the soil.
Now they all bloom around my feet
spreading a scent of Spring so sweet.

Partly they evaporated silently
rising back up into the skies
shaping fluffy clouds of purity.
Yet now they descend again upon me
as chatty snowflakes whispering.

A few of them melt on my tongue
as sizzling drops of distilled passion.
I swallow them with eagerness
before they race through my veins,
bringing back mid-summer heat.

Some have fun in messing up my hair
in lieu of your dancing fingers,
giving me this look of cheerfulness
despite my own imminent winter
right on the threshold to the beyond.

Your cherished words were dispersed
I assembled them into fragrant bouquets.