The Red Flowers – Poem by Nim Lee Red flowers lie on the white cloth like a stain A voice speaks quietly and clearly in the night “Everything is going to be alright.” That’s what they always say, It means exactly the opposite. The snake hisses and slithers half hidden in the folds And he comes home, to the place he belongs, And now we can rest at last. Nim Lee

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Red Flowers On The Native Tree – Poem by Raj Arumugam

the red flowers
on the native tree
in my garden
glowed in the morning sun;
now the curtains are drawn
and the darkness embraces
the red flowers
on the native tree
and she blushes in the embrace
in my garden

Raj Arumugam

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