trí

i know you are there

past oceans of indigo days

as mercury minutes vanish

a blush and tearful gaze

imaginary moments

no finger on a smile

no cameo glass in sunlight

holding lilies of the nile

but you are there

in bleu de france chiffon

and hold me from inside

even after gone

 

 

 

 

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