Two Birds and the White Roses
Two birds
Fly in front of my window every day
Next to my window
In the White rose bushes
Singing and dancing
When the Sun arises
I am lazily lying in the bed
Hear them singing
Then I see the hope and laughter in life
When the twilight comes
I compassion for the beauty of the sunset
Pity for it is near dusk
See their dances
Then I feel that life is glorious
From sunrise to twilight
From birth to death
Like a travel
From the beginning to the end
With singing and dancing
On the way
When it is raining
I can not see their shadows
Only hear their songs
They are standing side by side under the roofs
Sniffing the fragrance of the White roses far faraway from the window
I see the warmth of love
and the power of the beauty
When the daylight fades
In the golden halo of flash
surrounded by the peachy sunset glow
I see them flying away together
With their marvelous wings
into the sky
They sing and dance in front of my White rose bushes day and day
Those White pieces of petals are weaving a dream of clothe
For their beauty and grace
Until one day
Only one of them comes to my window
He fly around the White Rose bushes in circle and circle
Glances from right to the left
Eventually
He dangles a piece of White petal in his mouth
Wanders and hesitates
In the falling sunset
flying away
Not far,
His beloved one is lying quietly on the grass,
That White piece of Petal in his mouth with a pure teardrop
Are landed softly
On his lover's body
From then on
I never see their shadows again
My White rose bushes
Alone
Waiting in front of my window
So lonely and dreary
By Yunyan GU
04 Jan. 2016
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