When Flowers grow in Morning Spring
Amazing poetry by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy.
When flowers grow in morning spring.
The wind is shaking the purple leaves
moving the blossoms of the night
trembling is my pulsing blood
my refined face, growing pale,
my mind, a symbolic value,
floating on the blue clouds
chasing themselves.
I rest under the Goddess tree
that bows over my cheekbone
whispering, incognito, into my ears
how love will taste on the tongue
of you, my precious secret
discerning the frail adornment
when flowers grow in morning spring.
Above. A dazzling light, keenly alive,
a cap on my head for pleasure,
that was made for me to bear,
enlightening my lust and delight,
arouse your awakening passion
glowing with zeal,
when flowers grow in morning spring.
The wind is shaking the purple leaves
moving the blossom of the nights.
March 18th ©k.c.