A newly born flower
Slowly blowing her horn
Fresh grasses all over
Smiling on its thorns
Breeze dancing
Moist climbing
Trunks twisting
Leaves flying
The majestic flower
Now walking through mountains
Of darkest trunks whispering
Of bloody leaves haunting
Passing through the pavement
Blear eyes on strength
Largest trees on coven
Fangs of leaves on vent
Her breath on every fight
Burning with her own light
Searching the truth inclined
The strength behind enemy lines
But they have covered the night
They have killed the knight
Bless the flower tonight
She had made her last sacrifice
will be reborn...if the sacrifice was for a noble cause...crusifications haven't stopped yet...thoughts weird but they converge on a central point; Faith...impressive write 10
great composition...marvelous thougths of flower being a warrior..well done..10 Ency Bearis
Is life made as fodder for death that it devour both small and great. Good images. 10 out of 10
Hmm, , you're right, , I ever read in book, that lot of bugs have a short life, than i just wondering, , , for what they live in this world, , , just life for death? ? ? hmm, , his one it's very interesting, , come what may, we must fight! even in the end, we must die...
This life is like that as we see it with a human eye.. But did you ask the flower, how she feels about this life... You have beautifully touched a very sensitive subject with sincerity and purity of your thought... A beautiful write indeed...
great write, superb title..........loved the words u have used..........well done
No one is indispensable......................flowers die too.
I enjoyed reading this, very well thought out, thanks, 10 Lynda xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Inception of the idea is simply great. Depiction of a flower as a knight, positioning two binary opposites is a rare gem. Portrayal of the poem is a surreal marvel. Great work Min.