When lilly kisses rose;
and lily i did know..
and trees i thought...
grew very deep..
and lived...
within the forest...
.......
and green...
the hay is sweet...
and brown...
dry moss asks why..
....
and lilies white...
remind the sky...
sweet cotton.....
and it swirls..
....
there grew the two..
so dear...
most thought...
....
sweet..breath..
and..peppermints...
two centered..
scents....
...
and how....
before...
them both..
i stood...
too near...
their heart
by far...
...
and when..
i know....
how..
roses grow...
and pressed...
so hard..
was i.....
.....
and cups..
of milk...
i loaned to..
them....
cinnamon..
and spice...
....
sugar sweets....
they made...
from them...
now to know..
both why.....
......
while..
lilllies bridged..
sweet roses..
bank..and..
water rushes...
by..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sensual, nature poem. Good metaphor! Wonderful read! ; D