Fates of Felt

Monday, September 16, 2013

I am a flower with
No eyes to see your
Pluckable display, I
Cannot hear the whispers
Of your green softness nor
Taste the midnight dew that
Moistens your petals, but I
Sense you, in the somewhere
Beyond sensing, a known unknown
Knowing my release of feel
Is the touch on your
Colorful cheek
Posted by Paul at 6:49 PM
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