It rained hard and windy night,
I heard the shouting of the wind.
In the morn, it's full of the light.
The petals were scatted by the wind.
The roses of Sharon were torn.
The twigs were broken to litters.
Some flowers left, were worn
Out and were dangling like tatters.
Afraid if the tree were dead,
And can’t see again the flowers,
Only, I did to spread
And sweep the twigs for viewers.
Morrow, the sun rises again
With joy, the buds are blooming.
Never I forget, they’ll remain
In my heart ever-blooming.
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Author:
Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 14th, 2023 16:32
- Comment from author about the poem: The Rose of Sharon which we call Mugunghwa is the national flower to Korea.
- Category: Short story
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Comments3
Even if it were not the national flower, this simple lovely piece about the tattered and battered blossoms would be moving. That added nuance makes it interesting and intense in a whole additional way.
Hi! Thank you for your kind comments. We Korean think that this is the national flower. It has been bloomed since the long time ago this land. Have nice days. BR.
A lovely write K.
Hi! Thank you for your comments. Have a nice day!
"For there is hope for a tree, if it is cut down, that it will sprout again, and that its tender shoots will not cease.
Hi! Thank you for your comments. I agree with you. Have a nice days.
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