You


You,
a butterfly's flutter
grazing a withered heart;
Petrichor of the rain
on a parched land;
a shining star in
the gloomy dark sky

Unseen and unknown
I had plunged,
into misery's chasm
gobbling life's filth

Wilting petals
of my existence
spring to life
as you whisper
the secrets of love

my passions rise,
in your kind killing,
my angers  douse
in your sweet embrace

You,
my hope's last dyke
my desire's last refuge
my angst's last solace

My heart squeezes into yours,
caress it in your tender arms 
and render relief
Peace...

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