Thursday, 7 November 2013

On that summer day

What Comes back to me,
You might not want to know.
Your memory so faint remains
Nostalgia takes over so.

Its when the whisper of the wind
Catches me in a daze.
The air a reminder,
Of all things you.

The sweet scent of the lily,
Kisses my breath.
The one you wore that day
Under the sunkissed roof.

The flowers in your hair,
The string across your back.
A dainty picture it paints.
In the canvas of my mind.

Your touch that of satin
The sheer skin aglow
Your thoughts captivating
My fingers remember you so.

A shadow of thought surrounds
The storm in my mind ,
Your thought,your scent somewhere.
A feeling so divine.

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