I see dirt in the flower
She is a bolero in this hour
Yet I only find dirt around her grandeur
The flower sheds her next fragrance witho't any care
april 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Boleroed and tangoed we’re too by the inebriating fragrance though the flower is stoic… Wonderful wreathing Voted 10 Ms. Nivedita UK