Sometimes a flower from a boy,
is the air of a simple breath that last forever!
Drop of the rain that never comes,
in a summer day. . .
The agony that is more pain,
until half of you is gone in the lonely wind -
deep song that is not hear in the distance !
Petals of words are in your soul,
that no one is there to hear them .
You are so sorry for all the smell,
that they spread around you like a memory__
Nowhere to go just,
loss the happiness of petals flower.
- A. A. Popovici,