To: bentfeather
Good Sunday afternoon Ms. Feather!
As a perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain.
Other thoughts may come and go, Other moments I may know That shall waft me, in their going, As a breath blown to and fro, Fragrant memories: fragrant memories Come and go.
Only thoughts of you remain In my heart where they have lain, Perfumed thoughts of you, remaining, A hid sweetness, in my brain. Others leave me: all things leave me: You remain.
As A Perfume ~ Arthur Symons
To: laurenmarlowe
Good afternoon, ms marlowe!
Both the poem, and graphic are absolutely exquisite.
Thank You.
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