Tiff Murphy


Fairytales

The fragrance of lilies surrounds me when I whisper your name,
Deep fields of greens, purples and pinks,
Reminds me of you,
Envious of not being with you,
Passionate when you're near,
The promise of your unending love,
The wind lifts a strand of hair,
Blowing it from my face,
As I imagine your hand doing the same,

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