What gorgeous imagery you use to evoke the vicissitudes of love...
The metaphor of the tree - its trunk, branches, roots - is lovely and vivid.
He's like the wind, Ever moving Ever changing. At first, Caressing my delicate shoots and leaves With a gentle breeze tender as a lover's breath. Trying to hold onto him, he slips through my fingers like the nebulous whisps of a cloud. The breeze changes and I am drawn inexorably into his passionate storm; Sucked into the whirlwind, down into the Maelstrom, branches shaken to the roots, trunk bent nearly to the ground. Will he leave me with branches stripped bare, trembling in the aftermath of the storm or torn and broken with roots upended? I glance up and he's already moved on, a light zephyr now dancing over the meadow and playing among the new spring flowers. |
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