A vague phantom
Of a lukewarm memoir.A scent,
Of soft drizzle on misty soil.
Grey skies, liquid eyes,
A taste,
Of rosy pink glaze
Over ghost-white pastry.This homesickness
For a home that is no more.
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Untold Whispers
PoetryYour time's running, what will you say? What will remain untold? HR #64 in Poetry