A Fower’s Feelings (bilingual)

I am a bold flower without boldness.

Whose petals lose their colour, missing the ruby dew.

The leaves weak, missing the brilliant blue caress.

The sad stem needing pampering from its golden compass.

The dry roots in barren land, lacking food for the soul.

A poppy without meadow, drowning without the cheerful breeze.

Poppy stages

Poppy stages

Soy una flor fuerte sin fuerzas.

Cuyos pétalos pierden su color, que falta el rocío cárdeno.

Las hojas flojas que faltan las acaricias del añil luminoso.

El tallo triste que falta su brújula para buscar los mimos dorados.

Las raíces secas dentro de tierra sin abono por su alma.

Una amapola sin campo silvestre ahogándose sin sus aires alegres.

 

 

 

 

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