Poem 20160408b

you are petals
and the scent of petals
haunting the tips
of my fingers
long after i have touched you

you are the rose in the morning
just opening to the day

the greater periwinkle
so like a star
so like the word twinkle

you are the hidden flower
at dusk
never seen but always there
the ghost of a fragrance

——

National Poetry Month
NaPoWriMo Day 8
Flower

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