1
The earth wastes not its blood
Bleeding to it does not flood.
Animals bleed when upset or cut
Some bleed for maturity as such.
Yet I bleed for a reason so different
Stop me before I become coherent
Losing blood may result in death.
Yet I bleed for a flower that took my breath.
2
Cambodia is a country so beautiful.
It is endowed with flowers not deceitful.
They blossom to colour the country elegantly
These beauties catch the eye magnificently
It is one asuch I espied to pluck
Yet into Oblivion it receded in the dark
Lonely I was left to weep in the gutter
With no sweet word ever to utter.
3
I looked forward in my hands to hold her and curdle
Her sweet smell filling my nostrils so Noble
Her kisses we're to sink me to deep Utopia
Her moanings to sound like the magic of a dibia
I would have carried her to the zennith of ecstacy
And came down with magic words of prophesy
4
As the stallion was about to meet with her kin
To request to pluck the flower being quite steady and keen
She did disappear like dew on the ground
My bleeding began without any word or sound
Where are you my Cambodian Flower?
I want to pluck and carry you to Kenya with power
Help my bleeding to abet
Remember you are my 26 letters of my alphabet.
by meshack
82.439 SRY