my eyes are owned
by the floor
my cheeks blush
like peach
when you gaze at me
i take shelter in my dark soul
look at my hands
they shake for your arms
read my lips
do not hesitate
tell me that you love me
kiss me hug me
i am a little flower
so cold in winter
pluck me from this dying stem
keep me in the comfort of your palm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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