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

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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...

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