Opening slowly as a forgotten murmuring dream
Undressed, naked in its sepia hidden secret years
Of once bright orange stamen, now stained, ingrained
As an old nicotined finger of petal thin skin
Pointing it’s impress to words of once love of a lost memory
Sacrificed in a last act of submission
Inscribed by copperplate indigo ink that has paled
As lost old eyes that no longer see, now to be found
By other fingers that have touched the soul of sorrow
Kissed by lips that have tasted hopelessness
English Bakery Boracay Philippines15th February 2012
© Harry Mills
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