The Flowers - By Rakshaa Ramalingam

My Roof

To feel the soft fall of rain

Each panel on the roof

Curls back

Like the lotus petals

From my drawings

When they touch my hot tears

The shingles do not fall

They do not shrivel

But the flowers in my drawings do

Even after my tears dry

Leaving dark marks

Where the paper is forever crinkled

A new canvas

I find

But the ending never changes

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Cover page by Yifei Wang