A flower I saw at dawn blossom
Refused to wither at noon
But sparkle at night in the dark
That I yearn to pluck for keep
The job to pluck I thought a simple one
But it danced in the wind to escape my catch
Grab and pluck I lunged and catch
And what a sweet smelling fragrance
That dazes my head a spin
A smile I gave to my priceless prize
Placed on my chest it melted my core.
(Sunday 30th January,2000,10.23 pm)
THIS IS A VERY OLD POEM COMPOSED WHEN U WERE VERY YOUNG COMPARED THE FLOWER WITH A YOUNG WOMAN'S LOVELY ONE AS UR STILL HAVINGLIFE'S FUN READ MY POEMS MOMS SMILES IS SERIOUS POET MAN
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Smelling fragrance of a lovely flower. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I am grateful Edward.