the day we went cycling
in the hot summer sun
the wind on our skin

I fell
sat there crying
you came to kiss my bruises
I tried to stop you at the scratches

you looked at me
and kissed them anyway

that day
a garden bloomed
in my heart

I still smell
the flowers



4 Responses to “”

  1. That was magical.

  2. Isn’t it V ? (wafting for the scent)

  3. This is tender, and beautiful. I enjoyed it very much. Found you as featured poet on Poets Who Blog.

  4. quidam58
    Thank you I posted it because I thought the same. It was written by the friend whose link is below it.

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