• of memoirs •
On the breeze your laughter blows ,
and the paper planes embroidered
with virgin memories flap above the
cerulean hue.
A symphonic komorebi
beyond infinite climaxes rest near my
window panes decluttering speckles
of summer morn.
They remind me of your chiselled ,
handsome face with wondrous,
floral paradise of your
ebony eyes and the curls of your waves.
The blithe fragments of our soothing
days are like dribbling drops of wax
from half worn candles.
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