The name of that
flower
(a poetic response to "Sound of Hollyhocks"by H. Garner)
Those lovely
flowers
Blossom in the
summer
They are familiar
like an old friend of me
But I don’t know
their names
They are dancing
in the wind
They are singing
in the wind
Seems like nothing
has bothered them
I turn my back to
them and decide to walk away
Then they call me
They sound like
the first time you talked to me
Those withered flowers
Dead after the
summer
They are
unfamiliar like a stranger
But I know who
they are
They are swaying
in the wind
They are sighing
in the wind
Seems like their
lives have come to an end
I walk toward them
and stare at them
Then I see you
Like the last time
I saw you
Hanging in the
room
Hopeless and
painful
Just like this
You have vanished
from this world
Passed away like
those dead flowers
I keep watching at
them
Thinking about one
thing
What is the name
of that flower?
