Poems written to discover me, some dark some in transparency
Flowers opening attract the bee, others aborted fell from the tree
A thousand blossoms grew and fell, each casting their own spell
Ask as I might from this wishing well, none their secret would tell
Taking them in single file, sweeping them into a pile
Petals of letters I did compile, from a colorful perianth sprouted a smile
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem