Gaia: In memory of flowers

The heft of a flower, it's perfume

barely there, unseen



wafting, breathing in

soft memories

A joy

a fleeting kiss

moths breath

the taste of another

lives in this

Momentary, fleeting

but not this... moment


every again

but anew...

Is it you?

who stops

smells, sighs

throws caution to the winds

who dares, yes who dares

be for the soul of a rose

Josie Gould

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