Why dandelions in your hair?
This image becomes oh so rare;
I might well comb and mine for gold
and have the summer seedlings unfold.
Why dandelions in your eyes?
Can you not believe the summer skies?
I might freeze with the winter cold
and not let our love become so old.
But why no dandelions in your heart?
I shall go scurry to find some at the mart
For i shall hurry and bring it back to you
but by then you would have already flew
And all that was gold
was lost within my hold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely tribute. Nice. Baru Gobira