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Lynn Moe Swe
The ominous rain
A flowermustn’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.
© Translation: 2017, ko ko thett
The ominous rain
© 2015, Lynn Moe Swe
From: News That Stays News
Publisher: Beauty Flame Books, Yangon
From: News That Stays News
Publisher: Beauty Flame Books, Yangon
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The ominous rain
From: News That Stays News
The ominous rain
A flowermustn’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.
© 2017, ko ko thett
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