Bloomless but Green

All those seasons

that are bloomless,

love still grows green,

always seeking,


in eternal spring;

the beating of drums


call for a rhythm

to synchronize,

and when the music

of two hearts rises,

the romance blooms,

but in between,

in the bloomless seasons,

the green carries

the food for the

roots and leaves.

True love thrives

in the absence of flowers.

True love grows

two hearts



Poem and image ©LauraDenise

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