qin xing

Withered Flowers - Poem by qin xing

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: art

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Withered flowers, her beauty inspired me to write this poem

Comments about Withered Flowers by qin xing

  • Valsa George (4/22/2016 1:55:00 AM)

    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! (Report) Reply

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  • (10/13/2014 3:01:00 AM)

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

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 3, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 3, 2014

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