Marigolds

a poem on the persistent scent of memorial words

James Khan
Nov 7 · 1 min read
source: www.fabric.com

In captivated coloured folds
I see a romance bloom,
I smell the scent of marigolds;
The snap of sweet perfume,

The orchard blossom bears the fruit
Of sun-kissed reddened skin,
I pluck a cherry, resolute
And take the seed within,

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