What will you remember?

When you hear thunder.
Will you remember:
that all I wanted was words.
Honest words.
Rippling around our sky,
until they become
pleasures of the mind.
I think not.
But, at least the
flowers wave and nod.
A passing breeze, leaving
their love upon my forehead.

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