Emotive Eloquence Of Silence

Enchanted by the mirage of florid ecstasy, the flower in my desiccated heart blossomed when your charisma drizzled on me like the soothing rare summer rain of oasis. The flame of my heart was stoked by the breeze of the yearning spring. Flaring beauty of glowing fresco flashed on the beguiled blushing face of desire. The wilted petals were dislodged by the destructive dust storm of desertion. The split flower saw the dreams in debris, its shriek was lost in the quietude of desert. As you drifted away from my stormy horizon, thunder of torment ripped my forsaken flower. The broken heart suffering mute pain I protected for you to hear silence speak in emotive eloquence.