She’s a resurrection of the lady
from the olden memory
soft yet amethystine,
passionate, unassuming,
dreamed through hurricane
and blizzard, unbroken
Her fragrance cleanses the night air
like she used to spray air fresher
her invisible mist of scent reaches out
to sooth seasonal hive
to lift weary spirit
Her resilient comebacks with dainty bloom,
an inspiration for one to walk on
even a gossamer for desire
(by Byung A. Fallgren. Byung A. Fallgren’s Blog.)
Byung A. Fallgren 
A nice poem with a clever alliterative title
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Thank you, Derrick.
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Its like a small beautiful painting, where you have used words as subtle colors.
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Thank you so much for enjoying the poem.
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