Withered Flowers Never Cry Poem by Moletedi Koketso Ntseme
Withered Flowers Never Cry
Mid summer's sun emerges
And the petals get withered
Stalk standing with boldness
Without wiping any tear
Internals dying
Like the setting sun
Dead as dry bones,
Murdered by the heat
Soon the sky weeps
With a loud scary voice,
Moisturising the earth
For it was once dry
‘Withered Flowers Never Cry'
They stand tall and strong,
Telling you of their joy,
And they are never wrong.
What a nice poem it is, fantastic on a marvelous theme running like a horse in the race.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 5:29:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a fantastic poem based on an excellent theme, the flow is like a wind, I like the poem...please read mine ‘’I want to die’’