In full bloom

Like a flower

In the burning heat of summer,

Faded its color, drained its moisture,

Some love naturally dries…

For a time, it stays brown,

Unfragrant, dry…

Standing there, till it’s brittle…

Waiting to die…

Then by a touch of miracle

In some sort of form,

An unexpected rain,

A fortuitous lover,

Recollects the fragments,

Hydrates its vein,

Brings back the life,

Heals…

This time, the flower-

It comes in full bloom,

Again…

Sturdier,

lovelier,

fresh,

Alive more than ever.

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