It is spring
Thoughts take wing
Buzzing like a bee
Around memory tree
Suckling your fragrance
Hugging your presence
Cusping the perfume
Left in my palm
Even long after unsettled calm
Presumes and assumes.
@Binita Jha
Thoughts take wing
Buzzing like a bee
Around memory tree
Suckling your fragrance
Hugging your presence
Cusping the perfume
Left in my palm
Even long after unsettled calm
Presumes and assumes.
@Binita Jha
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