Some poets write to release what they feel,
some poets write so others can resonate to their words
and both poets and reader feel at some ease with understanding - Silent One.
You appeared like a cloud in my sapphire horizons, and I, a forlorn blossom gazed upward, adoring your glory from below. Although you seemed so distant - my nature felt you so close. Whenever charcoal shadows stained the edges of your elements and your burdens became too burdensome, you would release silent rain, pouring in drops of sorrow, but with soft yearning, my roots anchored deeper into to the earth, as my sepal absorbed all of your torment. At twilight you would illuminate through moonlight, but in the darkest hours, when storms consumed the heavens with loudness and striking light, you craved for my fragrance to calm and soothe your soul, but even the sweetest scents fade, and every petal learns the slow death of withering. Now as you drift away to horizons, untouched, among unknown flower gardens, all that lingers in reflection is the hush of smoke, and I ponder, if my sky will forever remain cloudless.
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