Aroma of caresses in the night,
murmur of love in corners,
blind search for kisses,
hiding place of shadows,
thicket of acacias,
a yearning for that time
when yesterday was today.
I long to return
if only for an instant,
and recapture a look, a glance-
so I may know that everything was possible,
that the magic existed.
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