The trumpet creepers hang on the fence in early day.
At dawn whenever the wind blows, they’re sprinkling dews and singing.
Keeping lights their mouths so brighter, in clear summer day.
Without being called, the butterflies themselves are flying and dancing.
(21st, Apr., 2023)
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Author:
Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 20th, 2023 22:41
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is for writing on a Chang-Su's Painting, titled ' The Painting for trumpet creepers.'
- Category: Short story
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Comments2
You certainly provide us with some beautiful art, Kinsley - With words which take it a little further... Thanks.
H! Dave
Thank you for your kind comments. Have a nice weekend!
Good write and picture K.
Hi Orchidee
Thank you for your kind comments. Have a nice weekend! Have nice spring days!
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