the flowers of my youth
have all wilted
but i am ready for the dryness of
these seeds
hoping for the next
sowing season for soon
i will be back again
with all the flowers of my youth
expecting to see you again
my only sun
and soon to die again
for another sad moment
under the warmth of your
hands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the scorching reality. Life goes on. Energetic thought.