I learned this week
Do not pick the flower
Tempting mystique
Not for you to bother
Admire the beauty from afar
Dream as much as you want
Just like the unreachable star
Actually being there is a daunt
Unwary flower you picked
Now misplaced and dying
Unresponsive to your guilt
Nothing stops it from ceasing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
UWWWWWWWWW well this one is deep, to deep for me hihiih nice Dave xxx