Memories of you enfold me
through the chill of lonely nights.
Every tiny bud has the right
to bloom.
Our love lives in blue notes
under the untouchable pearl Venus.
Our Dreams mingled with tears
in the rain of our passions.
Our pleas with the stars not granted.
(in memory of unrequited love)
Joyce Chelmo
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