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Poem

Lynn Moe Swe

The ominous rain

A flower
mustn’t
tail
her own scent.
If I have to be absolutely honest, my yearning is to blame. 
Lest the flower be wasted
I’ve left her alone, intact on her mother plant.
Now —
like desolate clouds
I am on edge.
Whenever I get the scent of rain
I am on tenterhooks.

The ominous rain

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The ominous rain

A flower
mustn’t
tail
her own scent.
If I have to be absolutely honest, my yearning is to blame. 
Lest the flower be wasted
I’ve left her alone, intact on her mother plant.
Now —
like desolate clouds
I am on edge.
Whenever I get the scent of rain
I am on tenterhooks.

The ominous rain

A flower
mustn’t
tail
her own scent.
If I have to be absolutely honest, my yearning is to blame. 
Lest the flower be wasted
I’ve left her alone, intact on her mother plant.
Now —
like desolate clouds
I am on edge.
Whenever I get the scent of rain
I am on tenterhooks.
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