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
