Stages
The open air
I look for you
among the rising blooms
why this desperation
the only necessity of love
or
the love's longing unsaid
mom says
there are stages
if you are only bud
half dreams on your eyes
each drop, dew drop
the ecstasy on the lips
murmurs
the rude awakening
the raindrops,
the mist,
the snow
few petals
holding
a bee's nest
you
bloom.
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