Inspired by, and dedicated to,

I shut my eyes and see
A white rose withering.
It reminds me of how frail
Life is.

I seal my ears and hear
A white dove rioting.
It reminds me of the thrills
Of freedom.

I gasp and I breathe in
The scent of a white Lily.
It awakens in me passion
And fear.

Oblivious I drink
From the silver cup of life.
Each fiery drop quenches
My thirst.

My blind palm touches thee
And time gets lost in aeons.
Our souls silently scream
“Love is.”


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