fire burnin’


strange bouquets of sentiments
invade subtle my spirit

the steam of tempting fragrances, –
linden, mint, and chamomile

the flu’s period flourished amid
inundating with the fire burnin’ inside

gradually the joy is a blessed achoo…
instinctively I’m thinking of you…

©ᶜᵒᶜᵒ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi

Dead Posey

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