Spread over the bosom of the morn,
White petalous dews
Reminiscent of fragrant surreal days.
Once a dream was sown in the soil of love,
Ripples of laughs sprinkled it
and grew under the warmth of hearts.
Waxed and waned many moons,
Into emptiness, faded laughs,
Rimed hearts and vanished its warmth,
The dream undying an amaranthine Plumeria
Blooms on the twig of life in every season
Lingers fragrance everlasting…
Image credit Emily Shirron