I sit by the shadow, waiting for your ephemeral change.
That feeds on turbulent emotions
in stillness of air.
Wondering, shaking and healing with nature's serendipitous murmurs.
You caress the sunlight,
infusing morning stars in tremors.
Overshadowed with the cycle,
you shudder and break down in pain.
After all, we are petals,
circling aimlessly around.
With each name that the universe sings and the symphony sounds.
Pondering on the Camellias which bloomed, to shower 100 written letters.
Of how time is so cruel and memory is rewritten.
To feel the tattered, twisted tree which swayed by my window on a sunny sweet winter.
I wait patiently for your bloom in this desert which lingers.
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PoésieA five-course written meal of poems, short stories, conflicting thoughts, unseen letters and AU imagines. Filled with fluttering heart moments, forgotten memories of nostalgia, an abyss of sadness, immersive happiness and treasured words. ~~ Sugges...
