I keep on plan flowers again. <br />New flowers, opening like the <br />Small sunshine of sleeping <br />Flowers. <br />Memory of new life, <br />Standing flesh and beautiful do <br />Convince me against <br />The challenge. The years <br />And cold defeat live deep in <br />Lines along my face. <br />They make my eyes pay lot of attention, yet <br />I keep on dying, <br />Because I love to live with flower.<br /><br />Natasa Tocuc<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-flower-39/
