Like a fresh
sweet flower
to soon it is
for thee to wilt.
Petite Asiatic stem
undulates tranquilly
in pure scented rhythms
enfolding fleet passage.
Beatific fragile face
floating freshness linger on
illuminating scented air
in embellished afterglow.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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