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Wednesday, 26 August 2020

English poetry by Josephine Grace S. Baliling Kampong Cham, Cambodia

 

Tulips

The bud was plucked before the flower bloomed

Life is a pattern that was taken from the loom

The more that flame is covered up, the hotter it burns

For I is on fire

Yet I have found nowhere to leave my misery

I am a lady who speaks to you, but horns are on my head

Look for no ending to this agony

                                       For you have tasted my body

Thunder with breath of flame

Thy will fall from shame

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