Behind Lace Undertones

If not for this breeze,
this flurry speaking in rhymes;
syllables calling my name
with scent of gardenia
and nectar of untasted fruits,

I may not have pulled back the lace

from curtains that blocked the sweetness
of an enticing morning sun.

I could see dandelion fluff
float past my window,
softly caressing urge
to blow into waiting skies.

Like watching a river ripple past
without knowing where,
eyes sought peace

and bare feet yearned for dewy grass,
legs brushed with sway of petals,
skirt and tears, flowing

as I ran to you.

~

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