the seed sprouts
and tells the true story about
its being embedded
beneath
the coat of its being
beneath the fertile ground
promises of leaves
and roots
the sun is too harsh
to face
the moon too cold
survival is the aim
of every
red ant
the tree is big
and tall and the clouds
are friends
one day
it learns the song of the grasshopper
after which
the conversations become as nice
as buds
there are truths to hide
words to decorate
sweet
white lies
the story begins with
a whim
caprice its complication
there ought to be a nice ending
a freeing
it is all about the full blooming
of a red rose
i have all the petals inside my hands
to complete the
story
you love it
do not tell me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed this, made me feel free like some unbound thing outside in nature.