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Poetry - Flower in the Desert

He watered my shriveling flower
upon my desert of love
I drank him deep to my roots
I flowered before his eyes
smiled once again

I beckoned this beautiful rain cloud
to stay…
But he told me
He was only there
To make me remember
I was still alive…
That he was a passing cloud
Who emptied his loving fill
As much as he could
When he could

that beautiful cloud

such is love