I bring thee a flower
In the form of a poem
And a poem
In the shape of a flower
And in every second
Of every hour
The thorny blossoms
And minutes devour
A bouquet of beauty
Its petals unfurled
In the prick of a finger
My truth is revealed
The deepest emotions
Time soon exposes
Found at the end
Of a bed full of roses
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem