The dirt is finally a rich auburn
The grass is finally emerald
The sun is finally tangerine
The clouds are finally eggshell
Petals unfold the perfect color of violet
shaped so emaculatly
the stem a straight bend
Plucked from the ground
A gift
To place on the page that says on the first date
he gave me a flower
he loves me not
he loves me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem