On the side of cars stream
My little bud, sight unseen
I'm the same, you see
but I'm different
cause i'm me
I wait patiently
No photography
Surrounded other deemed, state-ly
Even fewer know my name
On the sidelines,
my fate remains
Story untold by Attenborough
Hope is a luxury, I let it go
Embrace this darkness
Myself I think
Passersby take no note
not a blink
My only hope now the Ginyu Force
We pose at Walmart, Fates course
Something changes, I dare not think
I'm pulled from ground, with a wink
Once survived, Now alive
My raggedness is now prized
Leaving the roadway
You made me free
You picked the wildflower, that is me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With sentences a wonderful creativity of poem.Nice