morning dew

a prose poem about loves fears

The day is new and not yet lost to summer heat.
Flowers blush and preen in morning breeze.
Let me whisper fears before the day consumes you
My fickle friend, another shadows your affections
Distracted lover another twirls for your attention
I'm losing confidence, and I think I'm losing you.
In the remaining shadows, leaves still brandish dew

Author's Note

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