The flowering buds of our relationships thrived
Only when you were here, breathing and vivid, to cure their thirst.
When I return home, I speak these letters into their souls,
Stamping my red seals on their return addresses.
Now that I am left to water our hearts alone,
I wonder if you'll search for me, on your journey home.
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Never In Spring ✓
PuisiAlways winter, never in spring, but she'll wait a thousand lifetimes for him. A personal account of a bitter, heartbroken lover's descent as she grows, watching her blooming love wither into nothing. Love poetry anthology. © elle sonder 2024 Winner...
