head heavy
in thought
nodding
in the breeze
listening to the tree
talk
about creation
and the mystery
of being.
Hee hee this amused me...wise old tree telling poor old flower(already dead in vase) that life goes on and on(speaking from his own experience of course) and the flower follows him unto death. Don't follow leaders and watch the parking meters! Like it! Dee DeeXXX
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I would like to translate this poem
Hmm... Intriguing. I liked this.