Lucy Smythe

Rookie (Dec 3 1979 / Barton, UK)

Love Duet (3) - Poem by Lucy Smythe

1st line he,2nd she & so on...

What's wrong Jasmine?
The sun sleeps in the mountains
Your blossoms have withered.
The grouse on the cliffs
Perhaps the pot is too small,
And my baby on white pillows.
Or you need more water?
The blush of a pomegranate
My pot is not too small,
On fresh snow.
And I have enough water.
Black arched eyebrows, like swallows.
But you are late returning
I put the eagle in the middle,
And I have wilted.
The nightingale at the edge,
Stop your wanderings abroad
So the nightingale's song
And come home to me.
May wake my child as the dawn comes.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 18, 2009

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