And hawtorn blossomed
With grief of emotions
But dead leaves of thorn nicked
The heaviness of heart
It indeed overflowed the sea
But this was the place
I deserves to be ?
It left imprints of sky i cried
Sailing down the cheeks
Whose blood indeed got dried
But still it is slit open
To bleed.
Never a flower asked for cure
From the next tall blossom
As you the hawtorn and he's the rose
He too will be plucked with force
With no rattan to cling himself
- fuye
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Umbrella Of Poems
PoetryWelcome, Poetry is not everyone's cup of tea. But if uou prefer it. Congratulations! Hi, I'm fuye. This book will have all my poems. I hope you'll like it. Ask for explanation if you don't understand the meaning , in comments
