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You fell in love with a flower that hadn't bloomed yet
and you showered it with your love everyday
But it grew up to see the sunlight above instead
That it didn't die when you went away
You lost your roots in soil that wasn't born yet
And you wail in pain every day because of that
You broke yourself it's all just in your head
So don't blame it for being so attached
Don't cry... don't cry
'Cause you and the flower no longer share the same sky...
And don't drown in pain, please be well...
'cause the flower now is blooming for someone else...
What you feel, it isn't love...
The flower was still too young...
So stop thinking of
That flower and move on...
Lara Houssami
4-5-2020
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Nephophilia
Poetry'Nephophilia' is the love for clouds. Clouds may seem ordinary for some people, but they aren't ordinary at all for me, and it is obvious for most of my poems have mentions of clouds in them.
