Yesterdays Dreams
Dreams lingering
as time slowly
slips though emptyness,
reaching, remembering
longings of the past,
Soft caresses
whisper softly,
gently on perfumed
skin in ecstasy
of anticipated
excitement welling
to extreme,
as it lingers,
breathless, floating
away as petals,
whispering,
falling on perfumed
skin of rose pink
fading away
at dawn.
Essence of yesterday
hopeless tomorrow.










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