I thought you were cloud
But came down as a rain
In my life made a flood
Kissed my petals wetly
Been suffering long drought
Took my pistil in mouth
Made my world too high
Completely plucked me
Made me feel taste sweet
Pollinated my wish- bed
Uprooted from the roots
To dace down with your tune
Breaths were thick and heavy
While smashed my pod-lips
I knelt down to taste
But you pushed me down
To steal well stored honey
I fully bloomed after the game
Taught by the thirsty rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Flower and rain, great metaphors. Your poem is capable of different interpretations, i had mine, (wink)