Tempus Fugit

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Saffron




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Your whispers are
pieces of Saffron from
a faraway land
- exotic and expensive.
It delights me
when they come
unexpected in the 
quiet blur of the bleak night;
Warming me up like no other
sound can;
It keeps me safe from a world
yearning for spices because I know
I can always get it from you.

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*Picture from tastewiththeeyes.com

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