The Speakingg Soul

She is a broken flower holding the nectar of love in portions. She is a dead leaf holding a life of emotions. She is a broken flower holding the nectar of love in portions. She is a branch of affection that turned still and looking for the motions. She is a broken flower holding the nectar of love in portions. She is a dull bud that lost  its shine and looking for the potions

She is  A cloud with no rain. A harvest with no gain. A Strom with no pain.  A waterfall with no drain. A prison with no chain. A moon with no stain. A mind with no brain.