Red flower

in #photography3 years ago

The rushing time that white,
Encompassing the entire meadow,
It sits with the various flowers, and does not sleep.

In the middle there is a flower,
Shining red, and attracts
With her sweet smell and splendor.


The wind blows, does not move it,
It's not a sad flower nearby,
And the rain did not wash its beauty.

He sits like the wind,
And slowly and slowly
And a sad flower escapes, her splashes of matte dew.


The sun is dying again,
The red flower leans,
The sad flower rises, and then falls.

poetry by Dumitru Daniel


very beautiful flower

beautiful flower

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