Homeward Bound
a gentle spark
that lights with your kiss,
whispering dreams
in the softest tone-
with every touch,
i call you home
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
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