i smell her perfume,
daffodils and dandelions,
hanging in the evening air
and i see her eyes
stealing the stars, covered
only by her midnight hair
sometimes, i imagine
or i feel as though
she is now
everywhere
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Delusional
Poetry"these words of mine will never come true neither will you" - - #120 in Poetry, June 11, 2016 #58 in Poetry, June 19, 2016 #31 in Poetry, July 8, 2016
