camellia

Cool breezes, lyrical wind chimes. Is it summer already?

Being, stranger to seasons.

You smiled, to the world where I need reasons to do so, Giggled unfurling the warmth. Warmth that flowed miraculously, melting the fence that I built up over the years. Was this the spring?

Your gaze, an enchanting scent, overflowing with wisdom holds mine, baffled by the battles, rarely alive through insanity. You held my hand cold as snow, cold as winter, and everything falls out in perfect harmonious disarray.

You embraced, endless winter night, as uncertainty pulls me in, unfolding the bundles of mystery. Stubborn fragility lies in those arms, radiating beliefs of life.

Camellia bloomed in winter, that winter.

Your lips mumbled the world, against my forehead. somewhere beyond the walls, firefly danced with shades of emerald.

Sunsets with you, felt like home. Home, warm with smells of rain, bittersweet with melancholic tune, euphoric with the glow of hope. safe, secure and just in love.

Camellia bloomed in winter and, I was home.

I am home where camellia blooms.

In the midst of melodies, life with you, lives in simple things. Glimpse of serenity, in those fluttering dawns.

Your voice, reaches over the barren land, bringing back mine to home, where camellia blooms.

That's when I know, it's everywhere, so real, so pure, and eternal. The great love.

That's where I know, when winter falls in love, camellia blooms.