A modern poem describing morning glory: morning glory, morning glory
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Purple dream
When it comes out of your speaker.
Crystal dew
Still on your vine, swing, swing, swing.
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I caught it.
The vibration between your branches
I didn't say the wind.
I said, this is a flower.
Have a cordial conversation with another flower.
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Smoke from the kitchen came out of the house.
People in the yard
Clean up.
It's a fresh morning
Poetry, in the cup you picked up.
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Modern poem 2 describes morning glory: morning glory
I want to know where you come from.
Go along the path you have taken.
So you're just like me.
All in the countryside, born and raised.
Each season
You are punctual for your appointment.
Simple and elegant, autumn wind welcomes the morning.
Keep one's promise to go to the countryside
Get up earlier than me
You wake up as early as in the morning.
Wearing a beautiful long skirt
Sing softly
Then, after sewing, go home.
Modern poem 3 describes morning glory: morning glory
In a small town in the north.
There is a narrow and dirty alley.
I know you.
Beautiful morning glory
Brick walls full of decadence and collapse
I admire your moving beauty.
Like a beautiful rainbow in the rainy sky.
Like a shy bride in a romantic bridal chamber.
In the fragrant fragrance
I remembered the past like smoke and dreams.
With the beautiful and natural you.
I imagine how wonderful life will be in the future.
What I admire most is that kind of admiration.
Or your tenacious life
Dare to meet the autumn wind and autumn rain.
No petals withered in the wind and rain.
Instead, it thrives in the wind and rain.
I care about you with loving eyes.
I hope you can pull through.
Clean and slim.
Grow into the most beautiful flower in the world.
Never fail in my heart.
Modern poem 4 describes morning glory: morning glory
Fragrant morning glory
Climb on the messy branches
Dewdrops jump on the flower's face.
Like tears
Clear and transparent
Shining brilliance
Think of the songs I sang when I was a child
Petunia
Bamboo fences are everywhere.
One by one.
play the trumpet
Just returned to
Myths in childhood dreams
Remember that time?
Your morning glory wreath.
Put it gently on my head.
And said it was beautiful.
Like what? Bride?
Bloom happy flowers in your heart.
Hand in hand
Like a deer chasing the sun
Kill the fun
When autumn comes.
Weeds on the roadside are turning yellow.
Obsessed with morning glory
Let the cold wind blow.
Water pink deep purple
Bloom under the blue sky
Morning glory is not charming.
But it's pathetic.
Morning glory is not rich.
But it makes people homesick.
Not the most beautiful flower
I like ...
Flowers in the wind, flowers on the roadside
Smell your fragrance.
Travel around the world with me
The fifth modern poem describing morning glory: purple morning glory
That intense purple.
It turned into fog.
Into the fog of music.
Hazy branches and hazy leaves
The wind is hazy.
Petunia in autumn
This is a hazy morning glory.
Don't disturb these flowers.
It's time to sleep quietly.
Flowers are hazy and fragrant.
The jade capacity of autumn valley
Covered in the haze of purple fog