Once I Saw a Flower
Once I saw a flower.
It's center seemed so soft.
It's tender look,
It's smooth touch.
Once I saw a flower,
It's petal was so fragile.
It's color was a part of a rainbow.
It's color was soft and compliant.
Once I saw a flower,
And it's desire was not for me to pluck it.
And so I never did.
It's happiness was my happiness.
The flower and I lived in colorful happiness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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