April 17, 2013
She blows in like a warm breeze after a summer rain
The air scented with all the flowers the water had touched
Some women stop you in your tracks
Sirens in full raiment
Oozing of sugared rum
They stop your heart midbeat
Its music hopelessly cut
But she stops it for the briefest of moments
A pause in the tune
Only so she can join in
With a harmony of her own

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