Fragrance
Awaiting you
By the fragrant trees
An abundance of white innocence
Raining at me, very giving
Very kind
Impressions of you
From the first couple of times
Your eyes, your smile
The touch of your hand
The smile kept blooming
While awaiting you
By the fragrant trees
A surprising sudden elation
Growing intense
My thoughts dance
With the flowers
In circles all encompassing
Struck by the magic in that moment
Movement, eternity
Solid with a sharp edge
Cutting through time and space
So complete and independent
They are no longer mine
No I cant possess them
As I cant possess you
Too small really
To be able to hold
To be able to stay
Awaiting you
By the fragrant trees
An abundance of white innocence
I keep
That beautiful piece of memory.
poem by Dharinee Bapat
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