Withered Flowers Poem by qin xing

Withered Flowers

Rating: 4.5


This flower,
Her bud in December month days,
Just blooming endings of the Spring Festival in February,
In the spring of march.
This flower on my desk computer, standing for more than one hundred days.
Yesterday I gave them a photo.
I don't have the record when they bloom fresh appearance,
But I will keep them wither handsome,
They once delicate and charming let people endless imagination.
Beauty is not in the tentacles wan,
Is in the mind of infinite shore.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Withered flowers, her beauty inspired me to write this poem
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valsa George 22 April 2016

You have allowed this beautiful flower to remain in your room on your computer table, letting it wither slowly! But you have captured its beauty, before it faded in your camera eye to keep it ever fresh! A lovely poem Xing!

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Ashley Best 13 October 2014

I love this, very beautiful. Reminds me of something my boyfriend wrote for me, called wildflowers and wild fires.

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