when bud tries to return,
the beetle begin to move,
to aspire those mild fragrant flowers.
the tempting beetle,
bud is not returning,
falling without
youth dew.
the drops of cold
in the flower,
did not play
unseen,
moon’s face there
regoicing gardener,
becoming a lover.
flowers can’t play,
fragrance do not reach the nose,
mind do not rejoice.
the spring of flower won’t come,
not being able to return,
blooming not,
a bud falls
in my heart.
(Dp dovan)
Jan.23rd, 2021
