The Past
Grows into the present
Like a bold flower, it
Opens
Reveals all
And as swiftly as it grew, it
Disappears
Into the realm of history
Knowing and not knowing
Like a bold flower! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Clever allegory. (Is it a canna?) Last line is thought-provoking.