You do not belong to the bouquet
among so ordinary flowers,
all in quiet and plain parity.
Be in the hillside, where I scale;
leaning to pick you from the soil,
carefully caressing your petals
to leave you there still, struggling
against the winds who meander,
carrying everywhere your scent,
and my fading memory enlighten
as a smoldering bright light who,
fills me whole and brings serenity,
as I turn and return to the hillside,
where I can forever retain you intact.
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Written July 20th, 2005
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A contest entry
- flower power by Floorboards.
300 points, ended May 5, 2006, 9 entries
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nice write,thanks for entering my contest,
floorboards. -
sweet man.
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Thanks
Yes, he did. about immortal flowers and one rose that is the only rose and it is all the roses
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Very Good!
Very nice; it's sweet without being sappy. I like it.
Did Borges write about flowers too? ; ) -
Thank you very much
They would be all welcome to translate, It is now not my poem anymore, but belongs to those who read it. -
Wow, what a lovely piece. Your English is indeed very artful.
I think that this pieve was reverberating with many emotions, love, amazement, beauty, and sensuality. It embodied the deep purity of true affection, and it was a great metaphor.
Beautifully written, perhaps I will have some of my Brazilian friends translate the rest of your works for me
Princess -
10/10
^_^
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