Like arid petals
stirred by
Zephyr’s cries,
your words
have kindled
a dying flame…
So let storms
be borne of
Sahara’s hands
while I hide
in your embrace
amidst the rain.
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Categories: All Poetry, Life & Love, Poetry by Phoebe
All Poetry
![Outpatient [a poem]](https://i0.wp.com/phoebemd.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/10/chairs-g0b8ea1584_1920-2.jpg?fit=1057%2C627&ssl=1&resize=40%2C40){kind=small}
![Anxiety & Me [a poem]](https://i1.wp.com/phoebemd.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/pexels-keenan-constance-2865901.jpg?fit=1200%2C800&ssl=1&resize=40%2C40){kind=small}
![Then & Now [a poem]](https://i0.wp.com/phoebemd.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/10/children-g7f740e22d_1920.jpg?fit=1200%2C678&ssl=1&resize=40%2C40){kind=small}
![Beyond the Physical [a poem]](https://i0.wp.com/phoebemd.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/dark-2873342_1280.jpg?fit=1024%2C583&ssl=1&resize=40%2C40){kind=small}
Amazing write, I love your style, words, and art. Sincerely, Brian
Thank you, Brian. 🙂
Ohh I’m absolutely in Love with the painting! And the poem is just Wow! Great work😊
Thank you! 🙂
“So let storms
be borne of
Sahara’s hands
while I hide
in your embrace
amidst the rain.”
Amazing wordplay and imagery.
Thank you! 🙂
You welcome!
Beautiful.
Thank you 🙂
And she’s back! Cheers,H
💚 💙