'i know you'll pluck me.
you'll squeeze me.
yet,
i am here,
to unfold my petals for you
to pervade the fragrance for you
to love you
to be affectionate to you
to show you
freedom is indulgence,
like a fling of sunshine,
like a drip of moonshine.
i am along that wild ways, '
the bud whispered.
then slowly opened
into a lovely smile of indulgence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem