Breeze Poem by Irene Pang

Breeze



Swirling, twirling 'round the curvy figure,
it lurks under the fabric
in search of the unique odor.

Infatuated and besotted,
it begins to absorb
the unique fragrance
gently.

Yet, when thirst turns insatiable,
it begins to engulf
the unique aroma
vehemently,
leading to the tragic death of the Owner
along with her alluring odor.

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