and we meet
in a garden of words,
separated by a palindrome
of emotions
which will never come to pass.
reflected on rainbow puddles
and across sing song clouds
in dewdrops and pond side dreams,
scattered syllables of
secret smiles
and sidelong glances.
till the rainsmith is gone
and static fills every empty nook
that rain brushed cobblestones
left behind.
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this one’s totally inspired by the movie Garden of Words. and the rains of course.
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