Tuesday, March 3, 2015

the lamb's love

Hyde Park Poetry


it strives for pink,
sharp black-throned
momentary thrill.
.
it has transformed into
the tears of her sleep.
.
once she samples it,
once she adapts her small will
into an ambicious plan,
the whole world makes it headlines.
.
it has grown
all her fears under an unstoppable current.
.
silent and swollen,
it is a fresh rose
that one can admire its beauty,
yet none can afford
to fall for it
that may cost somebody.

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