Treasure Island

Elena Sandu


..for Spring Sun beggar..


Where is the sun gone? !
the cherry blossom
I am waiting
But outside of my window
winter bloom I follow
right now, it's snowing!
Warm world! Half of a sunray
Would you please,
Send this way? !
Its fourth of May,
the cherry blossom yet to come
I try to hold on patience
but.. I can't wait..

Submitted: Tuesday, May 03, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, May 04, 2011

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  • James Merchant (6/11/2012 4:13:00 AM)

    Whenever you use the word cherry in a poem, it's simply perfect! A great poem, and I adore the title! (Report) Reply

  • Original Unknown Girl (8/9/2011 7:51:00 AM)

    Ah... the cherry blossom is so pretty and full of hope for Spring. I like this poem very much, it sings of hope and of wanting for a new season and sunshine. Well Done - beautifully simple yet conveys your thoughts perfectly. HG: -) x (Report) Reply

  • Mohammad Akmal Nazir (5/3/2011 9:22:00 PM)

    Great poem with a lot of wisdom. Wonderfully written. Great imagery.
    Fine poetics.
    A big...10
    Thanks for sharing.....
    Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2 (Report) Reply

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