Fragrance
You a wildflower
Blooming in the hills
With the unsung passion of your heart
You asked the wind
To bring me
A whiff of your fragrance
My song comes between
With a touch of pain
I ask the cloud
From where you come
A strange fragrance in the wind
Never pluck this little flower
The far-away song in emptiness
And fragrance passes by like a dream…
Wildflowers -- John William Waterhouse
Such wonderful words of endearment my brother. I like the flow of the words and the impact of the message. Great inspiration for the soul. Have an awesome day and blessings always!
ReplyDeleteHumbled dear Josep Spence, Sr,
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