Running

Left alone to my minds fantasies
Like a wild garden
Floppy crimson flowers with oversized petals
And a lingering cinnamon aroma
Enhancing the green shadows
Of my visions
Secret whispers rustling through the oak trees
Yo se que tu m’aimes.
Nous avons-nous-mêmes.
Just words ringing through the soft breeze.

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