Fragility of Fate
Upon my pilgrimage yearning for love.
I found myself surrounded by a plethora of petals.
Day and night I searched for a fragrance.
An aroma that would lead to you.
As twilight dimmed clementine horizons,
there you were,
glistening in the moonlight.
Your scent seduced my senses,
my heart became a willing admirer.
Something awoke that day,
forgotten emotions suppressed
by fate's injustices, were reborn,
illuminated like the blazing sun.
Yet such is the fragility of fate -
as sins from the heavens poured,
forming a turbulent tempest,
you wilted, and I was unable to save you.
In the sadness of silence,
I watched as your petals floated away
so I waited,
hoping the winds would take me too
but I'm still here -
Isolated - shivering, soaking in misery,
without a petal to call my own.
Silent One
Simple Musing
16 July 2019
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