The pomegranate ripen and they, themselves, crack
Even without calling, the brown bird come back.
They play well on the boughs, between the bird and fruits,
Where’s a jade cup for drinking, with nature to be in cahoots
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Author:
Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 24th, 2023 18:17
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is for the painting which was drawn by Chang-Su Ahn and the title is "The Painting for the Red Pomegranate." It's the traditional Korean Painting and I wrote for the painting.
- Category: Short story
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Comments1
A lovely write and picture K.
Hi! Orchidee
Thank you for your kind comments. Have a nice weekend!
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