The Fragrance Of Spring Flowers In Winter Dreams! - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
The Sun too lazy to wake up
early in the morning
As this terrible cold in Winter?
I struggle with my daily work
and back home in twilight.
Here & there aches in the wearied body
and I swallowed a pink Brufen tablet.
I woke up in the middle of the night.
The faraway church at the hill top
watch the candle still burns on the altar.
I dream warm spring flowers
and Winter blooms are too cold to touch
with these inexperienced hands?
O it's another sad morning
Some birds are searching food
on the marsh that covered with snow flakes.
To my missing poet friends Sandra Fowler & Paddy Martin and I sniff your frgrance!
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