Female Spirit

She asked for you to give what you could not, would not,chose to not provide. She spoke in hushed tones to the leaves so they could find and entwine her thoughts into flowers to bind into her hair—her dress was bare.

In whispered secrets, petals perfect falling down to ground that was dewy and refreshed so her soul could be newly found. She entered opal structures and enclosed her intentions with the hope that they would guide her ascension.

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Pummeling Rains

A flower blossomed, ravenous for the raindrops to adorn her silky petals with their glittery reflections and pressured touches. Petals perfectly cupped, the rain accepted pleasantly into them slowly dripping down like sweet honey into parched earth. Blooms thirst for that which falls from the heavens fatefully caught by sturdy, yet gentle petals.