The flower blooms
when the sun shines
flashing the reflection
with a glow of a lantern
The soft pedals
feel like the skin of a woman
The fuzzy middle reminds me of
the warmth of a woman
The smell of its sweet tenderness
brings you back to a perfect night
The golden poppy is
worth more than gold
but its color deceives
the story being told
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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