yards of silk
slide over youthful skin
a pale flower
yearning for affection
a melancholy fate

pots of wine
and a single cup
gently 
the snow falls 
a night ends again

a glimpse a day
a smile a week
a touch a fortnight
the youth passes
in solitude

wind blows
the fragrance of time
a wandering destiny
hopelessly wishes
for love in this lifetime

National Poetry Month

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