A flower
Once bloomed
In the desert
of a heart:
Beautiful;
Brave;
And engulfed
In the fragrance of sincerity.

How mere the sight of it
Rendered the dreary eyes
A heap of serenity
As the sorrow vanquished
In the spell of its beauty.

A gentle breeze
Would make it sway
Leaving the spectator
Mesmerized
As it danced to the tune of wind;
Lost in its movements of frivolity.

Its vibrant exuberance
Would fill the space
Wherein a mind lay
Drowned
in its adorned tranquility
Devouring
the peace
... of divinity.

That flower
Once bloomed.

In the desert
Of my heart.