I saw a nice little flower...
Enjoying herself in the nice warm fields...
The place felt fine, what a beautiful sight!
Why didn't it come yesterday?!
But the joy didn't last long enough...what a pity!
'Cause the flower was plucked away!
It was no longer there
So was the beauty
How gloomy the place felt now for sight!
Why do flowers bloom, if it has to be murdered this way?
Still, they bloom, though they die so prematurely...
But to beautify the Earth!
Why do we hurt these little things, who give us joy?
They are the ones who blooms happiness to the world
Aren't we too bound to be blossomed into flowers of happiness?
Oh Flower! ! I feel sorry for you!
Can you be born again?
If I could, I would've fixed you into yourself again
But powerless I am...powerless except for eyes that are blind, but see evil thoughts
Why doesn't man think before his acts?
Why doesn't he care about his fellow creatures?
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Book of Poems
PoetryThis collection of poems invites you to explore the intimate corners of emotion, the quiet whispers of the soul, and the vibrant hues of imagination. Each poem is a reflection of life's myriad experiences, capturing moments of joy, sorrow, love, and...
