Transformed into a moment
of loneliness
There was this single bud
waiting to open
under the first rays
of the sun
to show her center
Why did I think of it as she
I do not know
Maybe because it was closer
at that moment
than you could be
And when she opened
I entered her
wanting your scent
I felt very Zen
and no longer alone.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem