July breeze wafted with the scent of my first love,
Milked and honeyed by the moon,
It touched the innocent corners of my youth,
Flowering buds of matured dreams,
I tried to bottle the breeze in my heart,
Shaped from the crystals of Aphrodite's lips,
A hard chuckle would break the confines of the draft,
Yet I ventured to bind the boundless in a glass.
After the playful breeze through the thickets,
Spring feels, summer love, falls longing,
And winter lone,
The clueless breeze hadn't a place to rest,
It wandered like a madman without interest,
I clutched the bottle in desperate tears,
It shattered in red and tore through my fears,
The breeze stopped hearing my gasps of pain,
It rushed around and kissed closed the skin,
It watched the red shards with a rueful smile,
And wiped my tears with its ozone hands,
Why run after me when I am your breath,
Hold me close and snuff out your dearth,
I brought you the rose of your beloved's wreath.
~ this month is making me go crazy.
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Nefelibata- The rants of a cloud-walker
PoetryA restless logophile's logbook of rants. 🗣 When words and visuals pound my head I seek my hero/fountain pen to lasso them down on a paper. 📓✍ But when life gives me wattpad, I might as well type them out to share with you all readers. 🤷♀️❤ Star...
