I'm not flame if you don't come.
I'll consistently grow old
and quietly die out
if your eye doesn't pick me.
A heart's
willing to be fertile for you,
lay itself down, offering juice and aroma.
I walk on the way from the tip of grass to the moon high
now drifting on water and then in dire straits
or stuck in a tree
You should come to save me.
Beautiful poem..you should come to save me..loved reading it.
A nice poem. 'I walk on the way from the tip of grass to the moon high now drifting on water and then in dire straits or stuck in a tree You should come to save me.' A nice desire well expressed, but I wonder why the title is 'Strawberry'!
because strawberry is heartshaped, haha. thank you for your comment
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You should come to save me. A touching poem.