Sweet Flower Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

Sweet Flower



I don’t get it
You seem to be
A thin petal yearning
A fragile root silently singing
And a little head so proud though weak

Sweet flower
I don’t get it
Who made those colours
What made those drops
Shining like tears down your leaves
Mourning water dresses of dawn
Crying across a death too strong

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