One day writes about
A poem that looks life
A map
For some directions
To a location
Of a hidden rock
Of gold and i
Who dream of
One day getting
Rich read it,
Only to find
This Woman
Smelling my Tulip
Wanting to eat it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cryptic, but intriguing nonetheless. I often have the urge to consume flowers, but never tulips- ugh, the texture and those furry black things in the middle! Maybe a peony or a snack of hyacynths. Regards, Cal