White flowers in my vision,
Rose clay fumes and summer whispering behind still cool air.
The night serves up dreams from under the subconscious of nearly forgotten things. They were there.
It's a temperamental swing,
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Write comment. Such a nice poem, Leah. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
this is what i try to capture in poetry my solitude envy you i really love this poem Please check out my poems