Marigold
When the sun departs
and embraces the dusk,
The marigold of my heart
withers, with all its petals crushed.
With every passing hour,
The flame in me is diminishing,
In the dead of night, nightbird wails,
Fireflies flicker as if mocking.
I'm looking for my sun
who is lost in this gloom,
When the heavenly rays fall,
I rejoice and bloom.
Keep knocking....it will be realized by real eyesđŸŒ¹....much appreciated
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