BLOOM

The moment we finally entwined,

I just recognized your weather.

The same cold,

The same breeze,

The same rain that fell on me

The day when I was still growing.

I was just a daffodil

In a texture and foliage

Rooting for the entire season—

Thinking I’ll be always like this.

But then you came.

You came with your storm

And a sunshine afterwards.

There were so many storms

I’ve encountered,

Sunshine I’ve crossed paths,

But there’s only you

That happened for me to bloom.

 

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May you’ll be the same until I turn dry, soon combust and fly with the wind.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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