WILD















wind was dry
wild flower could only cry
deceitful summer sky
hopes were vast but 
going to die

clouds brought nothing
white elephants did wet eyes
which was dreaming
bees hit honey and went on hunting
petals, pale and poor
with the  duties performing

beautiful heads but planted ;
all cravings, creatively prohibited 
little but wild
since she is grounded
loved the sky
and that was limitless

she could smell
the sweet scent of secrets 
thought silly
turned into elixir
which made blood in her vanis

it was her hopes
he became the rain thoughts 
let all of them bloom but
rest in her roots only,

flowers...
spring...
and All

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