Dew Of Sincerity Poem by Valentin Gabriel Cristea

Blue flower, that rise on the plain,
you were overloaded by beads,
silver corola with azure mantle, in the morning
when I pick you up.

You have opened in flower pot
when I put you,
your dew has streamed on my cheek
when I fill with your aroma.

I said: ' I should bring you back on the plain'.
I wanted to keep you
between the leaves of books
but you have drooped in my hand
and in my thought of farewell.