A flower that grew so high, <br />The brightest colour of a favoured bride, <br />Walking on marbles, the ceiling is sky, <br />Spreading its petals with a magnificient pride, <br />always dancing in th caressing winds, <br />Whistles to the blessedness of the day, <br />A special specie of its own kind, <br />like a stream that approaches May, <br />Sweet necter, my heart excruciatingly longs, <br />Even bees perch with love so dear, <br />While other circles overhead with known songs, <br />Flower that seemed to stick to its stalk forever, <br />However, clouds wept upon your dusk. <br />Before night fall, the flower fell. <br />Deep darkness, My regrets dearly tell.<br /><br />Olabode Joseph Oluwatayo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-lost/
