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Couldn't name it
Posted On: 12/07/2007 10:57:47
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That was not love,
that faintly sweet scent
wafting into
my consciousness.
It's flavour so soft, so
Insubstantial.
Fulfilled by the sweetness
of a glance.
Content to exist
just in secret
Tender, bashful,
undemanding.
No hint of logic,
No reason, or rime
Foolish, trivial
And yet so sublime...
A water-colour painting,
subtly toned,
A child's soap-bubble—
Rainbow hued.
At it's most tangible
Like candy-floss, to
fill me with sweetness, then
melt away.
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