22 février 2021 – Paris

Mingled thoughts passing through the mind,
They come and go and I can’t find
Their inner meaning. I search again,
Concentrating more deeply and
Impressions materialize more clearly:
Gray linens going through my hand
A stream of dark hair hiding your face
Two light rose lines drawing your lips
And azure eyes holding my gaze.
As the memory now fades away
It takes me seconds to realize
That only your words stay
And all the rest, I miss.

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