Flowers fell in love with the book, love his
knowledge and light taste of ink.
Flowers look at the light in the book tease every day,
sparrow, pages change frivolous colors.
Flowers must confess to the book because she only has
three days of life.
'My dear book, may I be your poem? '
The book did not say anything,
Flowers cried, the petals fell on the book,
For the sake of the wind, book closed the petals,
Now the flowers are hugged by the book.
She only has three days of life! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
So lovely. It reminds me an old Urdu couplet which says 'If we ever depart, we will perhaps meet in our dreams. It will be akin to the dried flowers often found in books. Thanks for sharing.
The Urdu couplet is full of wisdom,poem is a beautiful dream.Thanks my friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Flowers must confess to the book because she only has three days of life. 'My dear book, may I be your poem? ' now the flowers are hugged..... great imagination and very poetic..... combination of ideas......... thank you d ear poet. tony
This is a fairy tale poem. I'm glad you like it!