Flower Scent

Resting in a shallow pond,
	wind impregnates 
	me of a special flower's 
  			scent… 
  
Rolling petals,
	touch my face,
 			it could have been 
	a new start,
			but I didn't dare.
  
Why did I let 
			the bright  
colors fade?
  
Why did I forget
			the prominent
thunders of fate?
  
The water keeps flowing,
	under my skin,
 		 it may be I am akin
to lightweight baggage,
  		but somehow I can't see
						beyond my coat.
  
 		Resting, 
I find out,
  			it is you, 
who I want;
 			it is you,
who I am;
 			it is you
who touches
 			my face
	as I breathe.