THIRST.
A sweetly-brushed morning-fresh breath
greets my lips today, dawn's light-scented
touch tastes eastern-fragranced and wakes
early-roused senses to friendship's far away
bouquet when nectar's sweet-petalled kisses
write such welcome way thru' separation mist.
Distance may sigh but letters let smiles traverse
world-wide space to quench love's inevitable thirst
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments5
Super write, Fay. Writing letters of friendship in the early morn does indeed wake the senses to the fragrance of the flowers.
I can appreciate your sentiment, especially at this time of year. 🙂
Some really great word associations make this quite special - a grand write Fay.
a thirst quenched, a sorrow drowned... a most welcome read to contemplate and digest more fully before retiring this super frosty eve... thank you dear friend and poet... N
Superb write Fay.
Never knew there was so much involved in being thirsty. Well, maybe I know now, through this eloquent and fine write Fay.
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