A Wet flower



​"A Wet Flower" - C. Acharya

Sky is my heart,
Moon is this mirror.
Memories are shores,
When they break,
They're waves.
Presence is hushing bees,
And you're a wet bud, a flower,
Whom i must play strings.
Honey, your sympathy.
​Sky is my heart,
Moon is this mirror.

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