my poem..

Dilemma

No one knows how lonely the flower is
Waiting for the bird singing
Just stand by her stick for looking some faces
Time and heart deserve her to not walking

My Lovely Flower
Missing so much of that voice
Nobody can sing like the bird, the true singer
Who always to be her first choice

The bird runs out and comes
Without any sounds
Deep Ocean whispers about hot and ice
Sometimes singing a beautiful melody in paradise

What the love it is
How dilemma she is

Like a doll
Such motionless
Like a ball
Circle the shapes

Happiness comes and goes
Also sadness
Wanted to autumn
Where she can dry
And open new life of the sick flower