When her face came close to mine

and I smelled her perfume

She said, “Pretty…”

When I reached out and touched

a rose in bloom

She said, “Pretty…”

The perfume stung my eyes

and thorns ripped my skin

It wasn’t pretty…

Evening breeze on a gentle hill

in summertime watching the late sunset…

Untouchable Beauty


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