A blue and secret flower
is somehow attractive and cool.
It is charming that
I become a fool.
Trying to make it different
by some matter or
WHATEVER.
But it looks really bad
when she is in color - red.
The blue suits its elegance,
charming and sexy.
Red is not relevant,
becuse the style is different.
Blue is the color, it can't be changed.
Even you alter it by dollars,
It is the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem shows a successful balance between effective use of short and meaningful phrases describing something, while at the same time showing the humorous irony that aesthetic appreciation accompanies it the flower also tells the poet that love is foolish. It reminds us of the truth that no amount of money can change reality. A good effort.