i have onion sprout from fridge
took it out and planted in shade
oh! it multiply to so many tubers
now leaves has fallen to ground
would i have to separate the crown
maybe let it be until winter come
i have fun watching turning green
after work i water, talk to 'em
gave a tender touch and whisper'n
tomorrow everything would be dried
keeping all memories that i had
should i let grow again like wild
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem