Blooming in the morning, blowing the horns, man awakening with its sound,
They're drooping in the hot afternoon sun, and falling with conceding its place.
Tomorrow, at dawn, the flower will bloom anew, from the ground
But greedy souls know not when to depart or remain, sticking on the place.
(27th, Jun.,2023, Kinsley Lee)
- Author: Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 29th, 2023 16:47
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem on the Chang-Su, Ahn's painting which titled, ' The Trumpet Flowers'
- Category: Short story
- Views: 6
Comments1
Good write K.
Hi! Thank you so much. Have a nice day!
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