The overwhelming sillage
is a reminder
of your presence
like the queen of the night
in the garden
keep blooming
in my dreams
I bury my nose
in the musky pillow
the base note
of your perfume
Memory is such a
torturous ghost
I can’t wait for
the light to wilt
all these illusions
into scentless buds
Queen of The Night

“Memory is such a
torturous ghost
I can’t wait for
the light to wilt
all these illusions
into scentless buds”
Such beautiful and very relatable lines, Cassa. 🙂
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😊💚
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I agree with Terveen. Memory is such a torturous ghost is hauntingly beautiful.
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😊
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The sensations evoked are mesmerizing. Beautiful poem, Cassa.
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Thank you 😊
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You’re welcome. ☺️
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What gorgeous contrast in the final lines! Love it. ❤
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Beautifully done!
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Beautiful flow, great poem!
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Fantastic ending!
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