I would rather remain a mystery to myself....the day I know myself, I will cease to exist....
When the dark billowy tresses
drape the face of the sky and
you wonder who this wanton girl is......
It's me.
When the wayward breeze caresses
your unruly curls and
you don't know who's whispering in your ears.....
It's me.
When you tread on the misty grass
after Spring has shed her tears,
the smell of rain bathed blossoms turns you dizzy
and leaves you guessing who breathed fragrance
into your being........
It's me.
When an unknown sweet ache splits your heart
and a bewildered "you" try to give it a name,
perhaps you know not: it's nameless,it's keen,
it's intoxicatingly venomou
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