for the flower I loved
to uproot its sting
blinding me to have
hope in wandering.
In solitude, I'm aching
My heart truly subs
As I hear the wind
echoes without love
but hatred burning.
When shall its petal fall
and its leaves to wither
and all its scents to call
a new verdant winter
to rest my breath and all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
huhuhu, sana hindi rin ako mapagud.. hahah, very great sir very great!