Faintly falls a star.
Like a dewy drop
Midst the cider-wood.
Lost in airy-nothingness
Soon I clasp it,
Rubbing it on-
My face.
My arms.
My lips-
And the smell lasts an eternity.
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Amazing. Simply a perfect moment. Thank you.