last rain before bloom
2025-05-10
last rain before bloom
last train before doom
the sky whispers of what’s coming,
purification of what’s been brewing
beneath the soil, everything is ready
this last rain before bloom
my heart is not steady
tis the last rain before bloom
the petals wait in soaked silence
i sigh through soaring lens
roots rehearse their resurrection my chest heaves with unborn breath
untamed name my chest carved along the lines i couldn’t see how this the last rain before
bloom
this the last rain before doom
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