Mary Fumento Biography

Pink petals passing
Scents above so high
Painted porcelain perfection
Blossoms caress the sky
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The spark of passion: chemistry
The simmering of blood and heart
The speed of passion: furious
Almost over before it begins
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Soft upon my eyelashes
Turning my cheeks to pink
Softly falling, falling
Not a sound in the air
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Pink and gentle hues
Scents of heaven itself
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The wind whispers when it is cold
Trees are white and windows frosted
A hush covers all
Peaceful, silent
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