In A Flower Shop Poem by Hiroshi Satow
In A Flower Shop
in the middle of the night,
you just can't see flowers,
they just smell
in the dark.
Thursday, March 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: night
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4/26/2024 10:12:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes, whether it is by vision or by smell, as long as one can recognize, flower is a flower. nice idea.
To tell the truth, I've never been in a flower shop at midnight, though. Just imagination.