You are the poetry I want to write.
You are that lush bough I want to alight.

You are such wild rainfall,
I’m dying to be drenched- a thirst that never be quenched.

If you are the petal, I am the dew;
an unsung ballad, a canvas of hue.

You are the love that never brims,
Sometimes I drown or cherish in dreams.

You are a riddle my mind cannot solve,
a glass of elixir- my soul wants to dissolve!

GREG RAKOZY xxxx xxxxx
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