An Emotion

So often but never grasped
simply a thought.
Dew in the morning rise
Once seen at dawn, maybe at noon, but never at twilight
A thought, a figure, a feeling
Yesterday angered
Today understood
and tomorrow loved.
Where?
Oh, where to find the billet-doux?
Hidden under a rock?
Perhaps flown away with the leaves
a tree has abandoned during autumn
Maybe under the snow that winter has given us.
Or simple stuck between the braids in her hair
which we must uncoil.
Ignoramus we are all to judge
an emotion never felt.





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