Do you miss me like I miss you?
Like the flowers miss the rain?
Each dawning, silken blooms unfurling, only to find their chalices yearning, their vibrant hues paling in thirsty pain?
With heavy heads, they bend in need, their hopeful colors fading to ashen streams.
While morning dew offers minor reprieves, it's your nourishing deluge they desperately crave, alive only in emerging springtime dreams. Because without your liquid embrace, they wilt and wither in pitiful bouquets, dying radiant embers slowly submerging under the weight of their own dying fire beauty's fading flares gasping your name.
So do you miss this desert blossom, my dear? This cracked and brittle petal battling drear? I'm withering, my hopeful hues muting, praying your rains will soon be retracing the streams that replenish this ardor's roots here. My soul's fertile grounds thirst with want, an arid bed begging your heavenly font.
Like blossoms pining for solstice showers, I miss you with every longing part of my flowers a garden starving for the thunderous gift you once grant.
So do you miss me like I miss you?
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Penny for a Poem
PoésieI just write what I see in others or feel, leave your thoughts. If you have any feelings you'd like me to write out lemme know
