Rose petals will fall onto your pillowing arms
Bathed in milk and honey.
Scars will fade into mementos
A roadmap to a past you healed from.
Darling, rest your head on barren grounds
And watch as daffodils bloom.
Golden petals stretching ever outwards
Into the rich violet;
the sun will shroud every bleak crevice.
You will let the salt settle on your skin like dusk
Tracing hope on the tip of your tongue.
It will bring you to days like spring
Dancing in pink aurora
Draping you in longing
For better days are coming.
– Arian Lusanta
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