(In language of flowers, mimosa is conjuration of secret love: no one knows that I love you)
A doe-eyed blue gaze, twirl of curly tress
feisty air froth , fizz of golden champagne
crystal glasses clink, her daisy print dress
shimmering silver, all scrambled in brain.
Cold ice melted, and love warmed up again.
Mimosa kindled in yellow sweet scent
memories cloud, ... ignorant , innocent.
an empty ring finger, submersed in wine
a secret love, never said what it meant
till dusk I linger...she'll never be mine.
2nd Apri 2020
Sponsor Beth Evans
Contest Name Delightful Dizains
Copyright © Debjani Mitra | Year Posted 2020
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