Quench Poem by Kawa Karpo

Quench



In the autumn night
The stars are face to face
The pale grass are against to against
But prince’s flowers are not dying
I am merely a grandson of silence
I kept this for a disheartened century
Century which has been used all his energy
But left some worthless silver eyes of those poor ones

Saturday, September 21, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn,flowers,grandson,silence,silver
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