The other small yellow
And white flowers.
The names you don't know.
But their caress when you
Walked barefoot.
The impression of their color,
On the blanket of green.
The feeling that wafts past
Your nose..
This act of smelling the
Moments that have passed.
The bloom of spring in
Your heart.
Her face, which once had
Eyes, cheeks, lips.
It's all fragrance now-
Rose. Jasmine. Rain.