Echoes of a Drenched Rose
I bent my mind like a bamboo tree to experience the fragrance of her soul, and in return, I received a bouquet of flowers sprinkled with the earthly happiness of love. She opened her rosy heart for me to smell and share until the rain as soft as tears, wiped the imprints away forever. Even the splash of golden sunlight, trying daily to flood the void of my stolen heart, could not succeed, for the wound was larger than anything that could heal.
Petals fall and fade,
heart once bloomed socked in the rain,
wounded heart still ached.
Copyright © Jenish Somadas | Year Posted 2024
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