A flower is bearing
Red
Purple
Something like an innocent heart
A flower is hearing
Here
Beautiful
Something like the weal
But a flower is blooding
Red
Bloom's blood
Something like a crying love
And this flower burn
In her sadness
Unlimited sadness
Unto the death
And I am a flower
On a world too much big
Coated of flowers
Red
Purple
YOU ARE READING
Did I Ever speak ?
PoetryBecause we can't say all in one language I just hope I will speak well...