Standing on a Stem
I fragrance around me
To A lover
I am a expression of love
To A Mom
I mean softness of jer kid
To A theist
I'm wonder of creator
To A poet
A matter of Beauty
But as for me
I Don't mean these
I'd like to spread the meaning of my creation
'When i'm able to fragrance with thorns
Why don't you smile although truobled'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem