Tears swept past…
As the flower shrivels
It dwells in the heart
Forlorn in your memories
Deep in its scents
It amalgamates into one with the sand
Battered is soul
Drifts away…
The rain is a painful remainder
Of me in the deepest of my melancholy
Of the tears that have willingly obliged
Doomed to cry
The strength of it never encumbers to amaze
My divine grail that for once submerged
Amidst the flowing rivers
I let my letters flow…
And as I bury the flower
It grips my wrist as it questions
Did I ever love it enough?
Yes I did I ever reply….
For naïve will I continue to be?
Today yet clueless I remain
My hand in search of the jest
For every flower that withers away…
One does blossom.
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Tears swept past...
PoetryI am only me and that is all I ever want to be. I have cried and I have laughed, I have dreamed and yearned. I have sometimes been hurt and left broken but above all I have lived. And I havent stopped dreaming for it is these dreams that have given...
