Ballad Of A Bard Poem by Henry Tong

Ballad Of A Bard



Seeing a soul of firefly
sold its body to purchase light
for the vast ocean-
yet still, darkness rewrites.

Packing a bouquet of leaves,
the rouge was discarded, obsolete
from the gaze of lovers-
yet still, it bloomed in peace.

Joining a circle of laughter,
the bard anticipated the muse-
his mind occupied by the typer,
and glib tongue, excused.

He flew the firefly,
and picked up the rose,
and mandated his typer
to click clumsy notes.

Monday, May 21, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: ballad,value
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