The Hidden Of The Obvious. A Poem By Me

Here the fence of a tangled intangible
Not a word speaks only a gloomer
There outside, charming blossom flowers
Bloom brightly, dance swaying in a rapture
Who wouldn't want to smell them?

The gloomer smile, the flower cry
The gloomer walks a step ahead
The flowers sing like a dead
I love you said Gloomer
Why would you said Flowers
Not a hint or a feel, though it's real
Will the gloomer blooms?

There the flowers swaying in joy
The fence is smacking itself in gore
There when the wind blows
The flood of sweet fragrant of blossomed love
Not an eyes see but a true heart glow.