Leaves bunch up;
Stems are too long;
They don’t fit in a cup;
No music or song;
Thorns are sharp;
Bugs scare you, too;
No poem with harp;
Just one flower for you.
Not much to really say, I just found this one subtly pleasing, innocent, and honest. Very simple in a good way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Although flower sings no song still silently swings and conveys many things. We hear beautiful songs from flower. A nice poem is interestingly penned.10