Your pollen bleeds in blood-red drops
With every lonely tear;
Although you have companions close,
You know that no one’s near.
Isolated in your pain,
There’s no one you can trust,
And so you sit in summer heat
And cry your tears of rust.
Your pollen bleeds in blood-red drops
With every lonely tear;
Although you have companions close,
You know that no one’s near.
Isolated in your pain,
There’s no one you can trust,
And so you sit in summer heat
And cry your tears of rust.
Gorgeous image! Penetrating words… beauty in pain.
Just my idea – thank you Angel!
Ooooh, “tears of rust”–BRILLIANT!!
Thank you Caddo – high words of praise from a wordsmith!