flowers ©papa osmubal

flowers ©papa osmubal

amy wong

when I was a girl
I played in a fake forest

the entrance–
a path with no grass covering
lay beyond the clouds

looking around
the trees in the box

leaving the homeless birds
alone in the dark

noise with sudden storm
frightened the beasts

thunder, roaring–
chorus of nature

mists never shine
but through the mirror
they chant and whisper

the exit–
full of flowers

* from Poetry Macao


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