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Thorny flowers

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But you once told me
That flowers don't hurt
I hid myself in the flowers
You found me in the flowers.
 
But tell me how it is, then,
With thorny flowers
Thorny flowers
Which leave blood?
 
A rug of passionate poppies
Lies itself out for us
Again,
We marvel, pleasant and naked,
Jumping from flowers to flowers.
 
But thorny flowers which leave blood in our palms,
We weave them, why?
Into white crowns
To stick into hair.
 
I picked you once
With the flowers of longing,
We are on the good path,
But we have something more.
 
Now you also know
How the thorny flowers are,
If we pick them,
They shed blood.
 
But you told me once,
What did you tell me?
What did you tell me?
 
If I have made a mistake, please, tell me! Thank you!
Dacă am făcut o greșeală, te rog, spune-mi! Mulțumesc!