The rain falls on the petals,
unable to refrain.
Her softness and fragile charm
carry his outburst of emotions.
The pink plush contains all
he pours out
from the lack of recognition
and the fear of being unloved.
There is always such beauty
in their encounter,
almost like a
perfectly perfect parallel.
There is a sense of safety.
She catches him before he falls.
In return,
the rain’s uncaring always accepts
the petal’s exhilarating bloom
and tarnishing lows.
Flicker of Thoughts 
Beautifully written Cassa. Lovely work my friend. Have an amazing weekend. Love ❤️ Joni
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Thank you Joni! May your weekend be filled with joy! 💚💕
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Thank you Cassa. 🤗❤️💕
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Wow Cassa, this is such an interesting topic and your poem is fascinating to read. I read your notes first before I read the poem and am in awe of your craftsmanship.
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Thank you. I appreciate it very much!
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Makes no sense
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The poem is about the love between a person with vulnerable narcissism traits and a person with secondary psychopathy traits. I think perhaps the writer’s note threw the reader a bit. In essence, is a love poem. Thank you for your feedback.
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So you mean their thoughts transitived from their mother to the farm animals and from their father to the guns?’
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Hmm….it’s more like generational sins in a way.
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I hope the children do not run over chickens. This was very dark. Gives much to think over.
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I am sorry. 😢
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I love this Cassa! So well done.
Blessings to you! ❤❤
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💕💚
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I love the way you’ve captured the two characters flawed personalities in your poem. Awesome, Cassa!
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I am glad it makes sense. Thank you for the affirmation.
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