Addicted Poem by Leonard Dabydeen
Addicted
This cool morning breeze
keeps my heart beating with joy:
I smell your perfume.
caressing comfort in the cool morning breeze like an infant's touch
Sir....a young friend of mine said that there should be an element of mystery in every creation......and today I cannot agree with him more.....What is this perfume? Is it the perfume of the cool morning breeze...or the perfume of someone you know.....No I don't want to know the answer....I prefer basking in the mystery.......and the cool morning breeze.
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4/19/2024 3:15:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You're so good at writing these powerful laconic poems. Splendid work.10