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A Memo Written on the Wind



Your face blushes,

your perfect clothes,

your perfect pose,

completing this temporary scene.

Young and old gather beneath your branches,

hoping to seal your breath in a frame.

Indulging in instances of bubbling mirth where the armor drops

just enough…

Your petals cast themselves off and your soft mouth closes,

a memo written on the wind.