Its fragrance lingers
In a warm mist.
Covering the endless rosebuds
As it found its way
To the heavenly stardust.
Turn as it may
To stretch the moonlight’s
Shadow spin in circles.
Rapid movements have gone
Far into the abyss.
Mellow in the evening,
Like the whisper of a gentle breeze
On a warm December morning.
To feel your touch,
Such is the embrace of humanity.
Slowly it shall dissipate.
Gone forever,
Memories long forgotten.
