Unsure of how long
My feet have been rooted in place I gaze patiently Into the summer stricken welkin Marveling at how humidity sews Longing molecules Into storm ravenous billows; Planting rain pips Inside the frozen mass of water vapor Fret not Madam Love’s cooling precipitation Gathers vigor As it stands on the shores Meditating over palm trees On how to best relay The feelings that rage within it; How best to spread its wings Releasing oceans of its pink plumage #NewAuthor#HerScent#HidesinteBreeze#odestoMadamDiva
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