Secret scent
Once again the scentOf a stray blossom
Awakens the memories
Of an exquisite night
When you cradled
My crushed soul
With the sweetness
Of your lips and voice
With drunken face
And feverish hands
I resisted and succumbed
To your loving embrace
a frail dove without wings
Poetry by Neelima
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Written on 2008-06-12 at 13:46
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