Yo Recuerda..........
The meaning hidden in the sounds of the falling rain.........
Those bygone memories..............
That lay In deep sleep..............
Resting there on the Persian Couch............
The special texture of the fabric recalled.............
The melting blending of colors........ drawing in...........
Was it in Constantinople , Dear?
I am not recalling so much in this foggy moment.........
As I retrace, Bethink...........
The sound of pouring rain all thru the night.
long painted red fingernails.............
The beguiling of what she will find I suspect at times is half the fun of it.......
whisper in my ear again....... and a little to the left..... Madalee................
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