Notes

You came in the evening. The red sky was you. The quiet green was you. The soft winter light was you. The hour of twilight was your paradise. Like the trees around, one seemed to disappear into that mist which permeated the earth.

Can I live with your fragrance? That remains a question unanswered.

~ by tdcatss on December 16, 2017.

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