Some they bloom in the night
While the other flowers, bees and butterflies were slept.
A way lost desperate hornet comes and verifies;
'Are these tears or dew my dearest,
So warm under the Moonlit night? '
'It's a mixture of dew and tears comrade,
A fine elixir that keeps you young forever if you taste.
And do not bother to wake up in the broad daylight.
Brother you can jump into a sound sleep indeed
until you come again to my Promise land.'
Queen of the night played her role very efficiently.
* Dedication to poor harlots for their eternal struggle.
Also to my new Irish friend Todd Hatchard who's a short story writer accidentally I met him in Huntington Beach on St.Patrick's day.
A heady little romantic number that could be choreographed in dance. Your ideas seem to be endless, Nimal. Great alliteration in your title, too. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Your sympathy for the night flowers is commendable. Poignant write. Kind regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fantastic poem....a beautiful imagery write nicely presented....10