Distant Rain

From the place where you may gracefully sit, dance, or lay-

Can you feel the effortless sway of the wind in my veins?

It’s prodding up goosebumps when I hear your name.

How the places between my fingers and teeth fill

In attempt to push out the grief

When I hear you speak.

How your moonbeams generate

A marathon race in my chest

Every time I catch a glimpse of your face.

My beautiful root,

I await your bloom,

As I water you

From far away.

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