Hey there!
I can walk, I can talk
I can feel, I can touch
But still people don't know about me
Cause I'm a mystery of nothing
A flower expressing its feeling
Amazing right?
People buy me on special occasions
Or just on normal days
So I can die the following day.
They keep me in an expensive vase
Just as a decoration
That nobody pays attention to.
I'm just a flower, nothing else
Which people throw away after my time ends
But I still love them like a lover
And The actual thing is
This poem isn't about a flower
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem