I see it’s granules of golden sand
languidly descending, in my hand
the crushed petals of the rose
and my valentine’s gift of prose
I hold my breath and listen
to the gentle rush of whisper
as you hold her hand and kiss
the brow of my rival, the abyss
slowly shaping in my life, a tease,
a taste of freedom, I don’t need this
another turn and I start again
breathing, watching the falling rain
slowly coming back to life
blossoming to my full height
I stand alone but fresh and revived
to be seen, loved and admired!
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