Poem Hunter
The Blossom
(13 May 1977 / Swabi)

The Blossom

When the red rose opens His eyes
And the dew on its branches lies
It seems that a lovely creature
Has arisen with sleepless eyes
That a ray shines in the sunrise
That a youthful emotion is in its full boom
And the reflection on the mind
Displays their strange actions
To catch the gone times
To recollect the blossom of the life
To smell, to taste the delicious dreams

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