The Flower One Day / Michael Kwack

While I was not out,

The flower bloomed.

That will fall,

While I do not look,

The flower of love.

One day,

Suddenly,

The heart will fall.

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Leisurely and alone,

I was wandering in the museum garden.

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Flowers were completely gone,

But deep green summer leaves fully grown,

And on each branch

Small birds all the way chirping:

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Certainly for me a perfect afternoon

To be seated still and calm,

To be lost in poem-reciting!

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But suddenly a wind arose

When a human voice caught my ear,

Saying low ye...

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On the empty wall of my room

I think I'll put a picture of the rain. --

Hitting the ground,

And getting up to ankles,

The rain will be wetting my socks

And trousers from below;

Then my eyes will follow

Roof-edges,

Streets,

Sidewalks,

...tick, tick, tick...

Everything in the picture,

Until catching a black brolly,

And the shiny enamel shoes...

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