A Wild Flower's Take Off

I hear the woods cry and the stream stops for a while
And fiery birds fly to a distant place.
An isolated boat drifts lazily and the ferryman is nowhere?
I sniff the fragrance of the hidden flower
And I feel someone keeps her in a cruel city.
This rare flower never blooms here again
That I am sure like a Sunset.

*Man! It sounds great. [Maxim.Gorky-The lower depths]

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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