Inside my hollow chest
lies a heart void of love–
a desert which hasn’t tasted
sprinkles of rain from above.
Then like pregnant drops of dew
on a chilled yet rose-pink dawn,
you kissed my cacti and sand
when you made me your own.
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In response to dVerse‘s Quadrille #25 with the word “dawn” from Björn Rudberg (brudberg).
Just write a poem of precisely 44 words, including the word dawn.