Hyacinth MemoryA Poem by Geralyn MillerHyacinth, 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 Last Updated on September 1, 2010 AuthorGeralyn MillerPhoenix, AZAboutI was born in the year of the Dragon, and am prone to roaring for amusement's sake. I have been writing poetry since I was eight. That's right, fifty years of poetry, all written in longhand. In ad.. more..Writing
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