i will not wait for the flowers to wilt
before i go
for i may bring with me the dryness
of every leaf and flower
the sound of their cracks the sadness
of their deaths
when the flowers are in full bloom
when the butterflies are crazy about them
when the dew are still on the leaves
glistening from the light of the morning sun
perhaps i will go and henceforth
i shall bring with me all the good times
and when i arrive there i may give the best smile
the best story, the last hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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