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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