What is this feeling?
Blindsided like a surprise storm on a muggy night
In the summery swampland of my hometown.
The murky waters of my grief rising,
In the corners of my souther heart.
I remember a time when love bloomed
Like camellias in the spring of my youth.
Only for the petals to be blown away
By the turbulent winds of a hurricane.
Hoping maybe that the seeds of my joy can take root,
And thrive in a new and foreign place.
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