Like rust, we blend
Into something neither of us are.
Clinging tenuously
To this world of prettiness
Until the all-pervading wind
Sweeps us away
Into far away lands
Where none understand our words
But lovers breathe us in deeply
And say
“Love is in the air”.
Like A Feather... 
The concept of this poem is unique. The image looks less a uyirr poo and more a uyirilladha maram ;-).
Nice.
Really nice poem. Liked it a lot!
Aah – this image is more like it. Thanks for paying heed to my comment on it, and changing the previous tree picture to this apt flower.