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letter to spring
letter to spring / michael kwack
in a wind
there i smell a scent of spring
i've passed the winter away
in a far place alone
but it was now
only hours of emptiness
i've got to write letters
the last confession to myself
then meet the spring
in complete quietness
Thursday 25th February 2021 11:05 am
Smeared
you wanted it so I went on the scent,
you said it made you feel like a queen,
Christmas at that Knightsbridge store,
most expensive emporium I'd ever seen
perfume is fine when embellished by love,
every atom of the odour a tender reminder
of loving moments with your chosen one
with whom you couldn't wish to be kinder
it's when the passion cools and she waltzes o...
Sunday 13th December 2020 11:18 am
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