Yes and i smelled once the rose;
and dew drops fell as wet rain..
and i am bold...
and straight to the heart...
yet i need you as you need me....
and warm in the sun light...
green so quick the stem..
when your rose.. is in my hands..
and petals held open and honey..
from the center of the world..
drips through...my fingers...
Gosh, I can smell the rose and taste the honey. I think your method of spare words must be working. (smile)
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I would like to translate this poem
green so quick the stem.. when your rose.. is in my hands.. himmmm....i like these lines....