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.