29 January 1963
It's been too long since you've blessed my nostrils,
your fragrance like melodies from the French quarter.
You will never understand the sway you hold over me,
but that shouldn't concern the mind of a child.
All of my writings,
considered legendary visions inspired by your predecessors,
could never invoke the emotion animated by your wonder of this magnificent world.
I know you'll struggle to find your place, among your August cousins,
who melt the sorrow off human hearts and remind us that Nature is eternal.
I want you to know that your energy and spirit in life,
resonate through the manuscripts of man's history.
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