English, Poetry

The flower’s wind.

(my) struggling pain is
stretched in an echo
softly combined with
the thundering beats
of an ego (yours)

i am a flower
the flower you stumbled upon
you are my wind
the wind that blew me away

(our) love’s going away
you should be, too.

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