in a season of arid wanting
my heart a seed that you held in alabaster hand
the symmetry of my days were closed
yet in stillness did i hope
for you to drop me at your feet
to be trampled upon
or to grow with your tears
your love a garden
your indifference a desert
yet still longing for your choice
once my last dream was dreamt
to harvest pathos from your lips.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Another love poem.
- Category: Love
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