Hour Seven

Where your fragrance lingers
I hear your voice.
Your laughter
aches my soul.

My mind smiles
where your fragrance lingers,
tickling my thoughts
with your memory.

I don’t cry at all
when I sense your presence
where your fragrance lingers
feeling your tender touch.

I wish I could visit more
to see your lovely eyes
taste your tender lips
where your fragrance lingers

 

 

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