Presence

It is early morning, clouds lay scattered across the sky.

Just a touch of a breeze.

My roses are blooming wonderfully with this early Autumn weather.

Their petals are heavy and laden with raindrops from frequent showers.

I bend down and focus on their delicate beauty.

The shutter clicks not once, but over and over…

 

I linger on your thoughts,

As the cool breeze

Ruffles over my sodden petals,

That lay scattered on soil,

Moist with your tears.

K.




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