Some they bloom in the night <br />While the other flowers, bees and butterflies were slept. <br />A way lost desperate hornet comes and verifies; <br /> 'Are these tears or dew my dearest, <br />So warm under the Moonlit night? ' <br />'It's a mixture of dew and tears comrade, <br />A fine elixir that keeps you young forever if you taste. <br />And do not bother to wake up in the broad daylight. <br />Brother you can jump into a sound sleep indeed <br />until you come again to my Promise land.' <br />Queen of the night played her role very efficiently. <br /> <br />* Dedication to poor harlots for their eternal struggle. <br />Also to my new Irish friend Todd Hatchard who's a short story writer accidentally I met him in Huntington Beach on St.Patrick's day.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/friendly-fragrance-of-the-night-flowers/
