Page 62 - Litterateur March 2021
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PETALS





                                                              And the inside of the


               Roses on the table.                            sky


               Who knocked silently it's within my reach


               at the door of the                             and you as a tireless


               home                                           swimmer


               and spilled odors                              you grab by the


               red roses,                                     whiteness of the



               on Valentine's Day?                            clouds.






               The smell spreads,                             Purple golden


               the memory is woven sunsets


               among the petals,                              gold through the


               My happiness is                                window the edges of


               blossoming                                     the petals,


               long ago reduced.                              and the calendar



                                                              reminds me


                                                              on Valentine's Day


                                                              and a date hidden by


                                                              roses


                                                              of your birthday.
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