Just as the sun became too warm on her face,
a sudden breeze whispered relief,
strong enough to shake the bees from the tree
and the flowers they danced on.
As it stilled, she traveled back in time to days
that she believed she could convince the wind to play.
The moment her skin glistened again
she closed her eyes, asking her old friend for it's cool caress.
Seconds passed and she began to feel silly.
Occupied by the lost dream,
she didn't notice when her hair brushed her neck,
or when the tall grass grazed her feet,
or when the sailing pollen tickled her nose.
She only noticed because of the bees,
again blown from the tree, loud in union, work interrupted.
Still got it, she smiled to herself.
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Rachel Rose
comically sad, embarrassingly hopeful, disgusted romantic
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Comments (2)
Your romantic poem is like a symphony of emotions, flowing gracefully through each line.The way you weave words together paints a vivid picture of love's beauty and captures the essence of the heart's longing. Would you be interested in swapping stories and giving each other feedback
This is so delicate and pretty and whimsical! I just love it!