You've seen them bloom,
Giving universe luscious treat,
Its so albeit for a moment,
For tommorow you see them not.
You are ashamed of crossing rubicorn,
To the world of change.
Escapism your priority,
While trudging imaginary world.
But for your tommorow,
A two pence posthumous epitaph,
declaring unfulfilled wishes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice poem thanks for sharing