As I pass into oblivion
The little flower thought
From behind the rounded rock
Where among the mosses
She tossed her little head
Of purple petals and white core
I hope, I hope, that I will have
A little place in the heart
Of the mosses and the rock
That is if they have one
And if they feel a little love
For this ordinary little flower!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem