Before the Kiss
Flashing the fragrance of her mind to every soul she dared to trust
Beneath the veil a lone, wet flower longing to open for a sunlight.
But the naughty rain drenched her, until her petals fell and faded-
and when the God of Sky raised his face,
she was no more.. too soiled for a gentle kiss.
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