Poetry about Fake Flower

Smell fragrant

at the end of the twilight

at the beginning of the morning sun accompanied

then reluctant when it's hot

vanished swept away by the rain

when it's about to bloom.



Red flower

give an angry sign about the origin and effort that you want to show

White flower

be a sign of cleanliness of heart and self about achievements that want to be brought to death

Yellow flower

a smile accompanying in crowded then dull and opaque vanished instantly if you didn't want to arrive

Green flowers

continues to grow at will and benefits every eye that is shortsighted with him

Bunga wants to be like a rainbow

give color change instead

happy when waiting

moody if suspicious surrounds



I want the flower to bloom alone in every meadow

become a differentiator with fragrance and beauty

but forget there are beetles and bees

who don't want to budge

while he only

flower



all of that, is just an illusion

like makeup on a stage

whereas he doesn't want to be in the kitchen

don't want to just be unemployed

he is all measuring his words

while he has nothing



instantly everything returns to its original state

it doesn't become a flower because it smells bad

looks bad

then stab right and left

Because he is the highest fake himself.