This gentle, smooth touch
of the flower
swallows the kiss
of an angry buzzing bumblebee,
which is fluffy and painted
in a thousand colors.
‘Tis for leaving the pollen
on his fingertip.
He is inhaling this pollen
to taste this daffodil,
while sitting in that yellow field.
He is dreaming of love
until self-forgetfulness,
while needing to wake up.
The dew shines on the leaves,
while the buzzing bumblebee
is caressing the flower's breast
to taste her milk.
He is touching her long hair
with his increasing beard.
Her flavor
is flooding his mouth
while kissing
and bearing all these.
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this leaves a sweet feeling by melting in those love-filled moments...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is nothing like love