Wounded Sigh
Enchanted by winsome waves of florid fantasy,
the flower of my fervid heart blossomed
when your charm drizzled desire on me
like the amorous mid-summer rapturous rain.
Drenched by the sensuous shower of yearning,
I felt the nectar of love instantly infuse within me.
The flaming patina of my heart’s flower was stoked
by the blithe breeze of spring serenading longing.
The pristine charisma of chromatic fresco flashed
on its fascinated blushing beguiled face,
immersed in reverie weaving lattice of alluring motif
on the wondrous wings of the flittering butterflies.
The wilting petals were desolately dislodged
by the turbulent dust storm of desertion.
The fragmented flower found the dreams in debris,
its scream subsided in the rustle of livid leaves.
The bruised elegance it vainly tried to regain
with the topaz touch of dew diadem at a new dawn.
When you drifted away from my stormy sky,
the tormenting thunder broke my life asunder.
With the broken heart enduring the silent pain,
I heard the flower furtively shriek the wounded sigh,
while for a new sunburst dulcet dawn I waited
for you to return as the pearl of dew on my petals.
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