I Plucked the Flower
I plucked the flower of origination,
The first that bloomed in my garden.
But I planted it back,
So it would look pretty again.
Why I plucked that flower,
I knew but I shouldn't have done so.
I liked that flower,
In that garden.
Nowadays,
I just gaze at them,
One by one,
And they gaze back at me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One by one! Witht he muse of life and love. Nice work.