She loved
the flowers, the trees.
She kissed
the poppies, the lilies.
She played
with animals, like a child.
She adored
the humans, the birds.
She would sacrifice herself
for the life and love.
They called her crazy!
But why?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
many times people try to kiss a poppy but it escapes their embrace.