The poppy plant is like a human life:
A youth is like his flower.
Beautiful started to blossom
but they last a short time.
Some flowers mature properly.
Small, black fruits of poppy
are like human feelings.
Once somebody has inebriate it then.
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Mak (Mandi)
Biljka maka je kao ljudski život:
Mladost je kao njegov cvijet.
Prekrasno cvijeta i kratko traje.
Neki cvijetovi pravilno sazriju.
Sitni, crni plodovi maka
su kao ljudska osjećanja.
Kad tad nekoga moraju opiti.
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Everyone has been created unique. Everyone has its own wonderful atrribute. A lovely poem.