In A Flower Shop Poem by Hiroshi Satow

In A Flower Shop



in the middle of the night,
you just can't see flowers,
they just smell
in the dark.

Thursday, March 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: night
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jayatissa K. Liyanage 16 April 2015

Yes, whether it is by vision or by smell, as long as one can recognize, flower is a flower. nice idea.

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Hiroshi Satow 19 April 2015

To tell the truth, I've never been in a flower shop at midnight, though. Just imagination.

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