scented promises

I tiffin

every single bud

that blooms above my head

pink

white

yellow

blossoms of scented promises

engulf my pate

a new me

by you.

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50 responses to “scented promises

  1. Ha! I have never seen the word, “tiffin,” before…I shall have to employ that one of these days 😀

    In light of that, I like how you spread your poem out, as if you’re actually taking it bite by bite. It’s a delicious arrangement, if you ask me (and most seldom do, hehe). Nice work 🙂

    /hugs
    The “Good” Doctor

  2. The changes another person can bring upon oneself… nicely written, in a perspective I would probably would not have thought of .

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