Wilting blooms

My Bagichablog would be incomplete without the abundance of blooms this year.

 

That distant peck on the lips. Which takes me away from you

That growing tide between us. When will it settle to reveal us?

That lost dream of love. Will it ever be retrieved?

That pinning of warmth. When will the sun rise again?

That distant peck on the lips. How I wish it was closer.

By Anonymous.

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