And I Swear Her Lips Were Summer Saccharose


I run into ethereal flowers

Of her

Like dulcet daisies

And jocund jasmines

She has patience of saints


Sounds of empathy

Resonating within

Like wisps

Of heaven

This poem is about: 
My family
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