Come, take a sip of a scent

In the roses garden, beneath the little ramblers

Let’s sit, it’s free and empty

Best of all, it ain’t anyone’s

Inhale               inhale           inhale

Let its sweetness unbind your mind

In colours they’re talking

Showing off its blossoms

While some dance onto the ground,

Running out of their time

No sound, no sorrow

You see some spots on the leaves?

Soon it’ll be spreading fast

Take them off! Say you

(Do you reckon they’re taking them off?)

Nonetheless escalating

Rotting

Diminishing

Summer, autumn, winter, spring, summer

You’ll just have to wait

If they come back for another year

Leave not anything you wish you had

Neither the unspoken nor the seen ones

And have another sip,

And another one

Ain’t healing any yet lingering