Like the overlooked unfortunate bloom of the wrong season,
I waited,
For my life to desiccate out;
To fly away like the liberated soul from a carcass.
My dignity fell, one purple petal.
My self-esteem hung reluctantly, from the edge of a bruised heart.
I prayed for the Storm;
To relieve my conscience of the purulent thoughts.
To relieve me from the slow poisoning.
The Rain answered,
You fell on my purple crimson and flaxen petals,
And bathed me in the essence of Rejuvenation.
Reborn was a flower…
I blossomed in my Untimely Monsoon;
With all your Love in my hues.


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