Your scent tugs at my heart,
feeling a lump in the throat,
you came like a speck of dust,
blowing curled smoke of illusion,
eyes rubbed,
losing myself to your sight,
an enigma,
gone with the wind,
drop of petal,
surrounding your identity,
throwing a twinge of disappointment,
midnight dream,
an imaginary angel,
who are you?
some call you the wind chime,
perfect clatter of sound tinkling inside the heart.
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