The leaves I thought
Were talking to me
But really now
It’s the wind
Speaking in soft nuances
Of jasmine, sandalwood,
And the palm
Of love to be, love that was
And that love that always
Is
With memories and scents
Outlines and tracings
Arcs and bows.
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