The lonely flower
Bloomed on the stem
Covered with so many thorns
these are deadly for the unknown hands
who tried to pluck the flower
who seemed to be helpless
But the thorns guarded her like anything
the girl was surrounded by the bodyguards
for every seconds to come
and being crowded though
the she was lonely like the flower
and the lover never get able to get closer to the girl
One day the thorns pierced the hands
and the lover found dead in the gutter
unknown to the girl
for all time to come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem