Recall

As the roses
Recall  their perfume
The road the end
The sea the wave
The river the riverbank
The spring the pine
The rain the lily
And the willow the garden 
....
My waist who taught him how to ripple
Recall your fingers.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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