NONCHALANTA Poem by Kamani
I broke myself.
I’m a lost flower in a garden of complexities. a flower glazed by its aromatic, minty bell-shaped attire with an exotic type of silkiness housed under puffed clouds that felt like art indulging in the realm of a tropical bliss with the peek of sun over the peak of mountains, captivating my dews, plundering my astonishing petals leaving me drab and dismal but I never complained because I longed for rain that filled the driest parts of me with hopes to be blossomed and kissed by a rainbow of promise to meet again. why me among the varieties of foreseen perfection? as nonchalant as the pleasing sounds of the ocean waves dashing against the rocks creating a sounding melody to the rhythm that had made headway to my incompatibilities far beyond what the universe thinks of me. © 2019 Kamani |
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Added on November 11, 2019 Last Updated on November 11, 2019 Author
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