My Loveliest Memory
For meYou were that fresh breeze
which swept away
those choking, stifling, humid days
to let the Sun discard its veil
and refresh my crippled soul.
As a flower
You opened Your Perianth
Offering me
Your passionate Nectar
to quench my thirst.
A balsam like Olympus' Ambrosia
healing my soul.
And now,
although you have me forsaken,
you are still and for ever,
deep in my heart,
My Loveliest Memory
Poetry by Carl O Andersson
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Written on 2007-03-27 at 18:35
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