Hyacinth Memory

Hyacinth Memory

A Poem by Geralyn Miller

Hyacinth,

soft, clinging scent;

gentle, and haunting

becomes a part

of your mind.

 

Memories

of a smile,

fleeting moments,

stolen kisses;

the cliches,

almost forgotten,

of your first love.

 

The scent

of Hyacinth

on a sweet

summer breeze.

© 2010 Geralyn Miller


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Added on September 1, 2010
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Geralyn Miller
Geralyn Miller

Phoenix, AZ



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