My Poem

A Forspent Flower

 

 

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Kim sangwoo

 

 

Flower flowing in a breath of breeze

scatters its petals such color of cheek

 

Once the storm comes n’ say ‘Hark, thee sweetie,

thy relucent finger – ‘tis raising me greedy

Thou vailst ’em hitherwards, ‘ey would never wilt

Betimes, bethink, dost thine belief’

 

Wetted with fear, pitiful flower, pathetically weep n’ whimper-

‘Wellaway, prithee not care ‘bout thine eager for my pelting finger

Promise thee I would needs buss on thy thin hair

If thee set me free from this – ‘tis making fluster’

 

But stiff-hearted wind storm did not even listened

And suddenly there, rain was robustiously dousen

Breaking bourn, tumbling trees, and chafed grass-green

Oh, forspent poor flower did forgave to flight

Oh, forspent poor flower did forgave to flight

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