[Experience is the name so many people give to their mistakes.]-Oscar Wilde
I cannot see your colour
but they say you're a beautiful flower.
I sniff your fragrance and I feel
the softness of your petals.
If that softness and fragrance together
you could keep forever?
Then I could have taken you
into my heart-vase dear
and I pour my tears ever!
to my friend Paddy Martin,
here started raining and a big hail last evening
hope quiet there everything?
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