Flowers

Calendula


Calendula: THE CALENDULA




When smelling between the soft grass
is the violet,
your short color golden petals
show me, o flower!
Summer is coming, and in Amaranth
flourish beside.
The plane tree leaf is already discolored,
flower again.
And when the flowers on the vague stem
recline the frost,
of you, Calendula, is not a measure
of flowering.
Because constant follow to bloom
without dying? ...
Because they are a symbol of what is designed
down life.
Tell me how old I am, maiden
free of troubles? ...
I remind you of a constant flower,
dear "the Pain".
Anonymous