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Under the Flowering Pear

a daydream

By Rachel RosePublished about a year ago 1 min read
Under the Flowering Pear
Photo by David Brooke Martin on Unsplash

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)

  • Shams Ul Qammarabout a year ago

    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

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