you have misjudged the death of that flower which
you gave me.
did you not say that a flower dies twice?
once when you cut it from its stalk
and second when you gave it away to someone
i accept the fact of its wilting
but to say that it has died in the middle of the page of the poem that i wrote for you
you are wrong.
this flower lives forever
and you do not even remember.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's written very beautifully and the ideas that are expressed, are intriguing.