a poem is a flower
that blooms
early morning kissed
by the
soft lips of the
sun
do not cut it
do not ever do the
she loves me
she loves me not
you will be
killing it
let it bloom
do not undress it
do not deprive it of
its leaves and
stalk
leave it there
to bloom till the night
comes
till it meets the moon
at night it gives out
all its scent
wait there to kiss it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem