A dried flower without ears,
Deleted from a book,
I perceive, so now
My soul was overflowing with an odd dream:
How did it grow? when? the spring?
How long did it bloom, also? being ripped off by a person,
A new hand or an old one?
And then specify why?
For the memories of a heartfelt farewell,
Or a fatal breakup,
Perhaps a solitary stroll During the fields' quiet,
In the forest's shade?
And is she and he still alive?
Where is their corner right now?
Or have they already started to wilt?
As this unidentified flower?