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During this period, there was also substantially more interaction among the various poetic traditions, in part due to the spread of European colonialism and the attendant rise in global trade. In addition to a boom in translation, during the Romantic period numerous ancient works were rediscovered. Thanks.
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Some poetry types are specific to particular cultures and genres and respond to characteristics of the language in which the poet writes. Readers accustomed to identifying poetry with Dante, Goethe, Mickiewicz and Rumi may think of it as written in lines based on rhyme and regular meter; there are, however, traditions, such as Biblical poetry, that use other means to create rhythm and euphony. Thanks.
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Forbidden Flower Gardens Part 1

Two abandoned children played in the flower garden
This was a forbidden place that brooked no pardon
These flowers paid for the orphanage’s food
They accidentally trampled some and set a sad mood

The boy was shy but prayed to be with his only friend
The girl was bold and prayed for the flowers to mend
With closed eyes they held hands and then embraced
Praying for many more flowers to grow in this place

They prayed to find a new mommy and daddy
A nun thought them playing and separated them sadly
They were blamed for the flowers that died
The field wouldn’t grow again no matter how hard they tried

The Boy became a Priest and the Girl a Nun
They got assigned to the place where they begun
With the blessing of the Bishop and Reverend Mother
They were to serve together unbeknownst to the other

They hardly recognized each other but the wreaths on their hands
Keepsakes of the flower bed in the dried up land
That day it rained hard starting a terrible mudslide
Where two children lost their parents in the shifting mountainside

They took them in to meet the other kids there
The boy looked away but the bold girl glared
They teased the boy and he wanted to fight
Because they threw rocks at the girl and made fun of her plight

The Nun said apologize for hitting her in the head
Then went to see the mudslide covering the old flower bed
She taught them to pray for them then all walked away
Except the boy and the girl who wanted to stay

The people in town felt bad and gave them some seeds
Saying if you plant these pray God will take care of your needs
They went back to the place planted and prayed
And asked to bring them parents that he took away

In one month’s time they started to grow
Filling the town with joy and bringing the orphanage hope
They sold flowers again and every one was glad
Except the boy and the girl who lost their mom and dad

Both caught up in the moment the Priest took the Nun by her hands
He couldn't resist to kiss her and her acceptance wasn’t planned
The little girl shrieked and the boy started to shout
People from the town came to see what the fuss was about

In the middle of the field were Priest and Nun
The whole town saw and all were stunned
They were to be reassigned the very next day
The boy and the girl went out to the field and prayed

The other kids were jealous and trampled the field
Not knowing those flowers provided their meals
The man and woman didn’t want to be parted again
So left with the two children who were now close friends

He worked hard planting then the four went south
Buying a cottage with a field in back of the house
The man held the woman as a nostalgic scene displayed
The two children they brought who played and prayed in the glade

Will brother and sister be another forbidden love?
Creating another miracle of flowers blessed by the heavens above?
I’ll tell how the new flowers grew and how they were excused of their crime
But you’ll have to wait for that story so see you next time



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