the futility of the dying perennialA Poem by florenceaugust twenty-second, 2019your warmth is a garden which i am losing myself inside. your touch, the gentle water of the hidden koi-pond. rose petals, soft and innocent, through which the sunlight filters pink and sweet. here is your body, and my own star-crossed heart within it, laced inextricably together. it sleeps on, held deep in the hopeless summer heat. the garden before me. how the flowers glow in your presence. your radiance is the sun above. i am lost among the ivy and the lilies, serene and sweet-tempered but overwhelming. they are undying and without interruption. yet i am uncertain - conflicting - and at a loss forever within these ethereal grounds. the perennial garden, fading and absent.
© 2019 florenceAuthor's Note
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