ONElia AVElar - A (f) lashback

That night our anger and pain
took the shape of a rain
poured down - lashing slaps
in the face of blooming daisies
plashing water's smooth surface
of puddles oiled by yellow moon
In the morning I felt... ashamed
looking at the soaked faces
of the beaten tender daisies.

ONElia AVElar

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