A gentle breeze,
It blows on,
And, I hold on, hard.
Breathless,
I weave myself,
Onto you, an embrace.
But alas!
You leave my nest,
And sway away.
And I find myself,
Barren,
Naked, and cold.
And then,
I lose myself,
A dried sprig, I remain.
Petals lost,
Forever,
Lost.
It blows on,
And, I hold on, hard.
Breathless,
I weave myself,
Onto you, an embrace.
But alas!
You leave my nest,
And sway away.
And I find myself,
Barren,
Naked, and cold.
And then,
I lose myself,
A dried sprig, I remain.
Petals lost,
Forever,
Lost.
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Lovely lilting and somehow very lost too! Poignant write!
ReplyDeletethis one is so so sad and filled with so much hurt and longing .... such vivid imagery!!!
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