Flower & Hemlock

Was teenager as the glossy precipitation,
flowers spread the flow of admiration,
Aroma, Colors and artized assorted fashion;
the feelings were vibrated and excited;
With the raise of age met with Wordsworth -
henceforth; diversified prudent melodies play through my sensation.

Neither notice the glory nor the fragrance of flowers,
embellished on the neck of sinners.

Flowers are enchanted to the demon today;
Hugely verdant rapt in the odor of Hemlock nowadays!

Slandered you became pleased on the lips of Socrates,
Current you; turn into garland on the revolted voice.

Found you, realised through suave rhythm today;
Not by the pledge of celestial daisy;
Only on your softened mirror-
watch myself ceaseless with peace and pride;
You Hemlock is the key of noble apex today.

The heaven will be dissolved in the blue throat;
The universe will uncover the own trace on the contrary.