She lives a petaled hope of summer’s bloom.
drinking droplets of dew
catching the wind in each breath
sunning by the window
holding in her eyes the sky
where clouds bring no rain
its blue no dream
yet she unaware of times passing by
exists in lifelong amnesia
without a why
where and when
but live and die
in her unmindful giving
and unfathomed pain!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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