Please refer to picture for original due to language restrictions. Below is the full English translation.
Flora,
The Woman of Bees.
Oh,
How sweet is your nectar.
Honey,
Like gold to your Lovers.
Taste,
An aphrodisiac to their stingers.
Flora,
How sweet is your fragrance.
Lingering,
Lamentations of past Lovers.
Crying,
Calling to return.
Sensation,
Tingles their nerves from the thought of you.
Flora,
Delicate are your petals.
Soft,
Rosy & fresh with youth.
Bees,
Rough with your divine skin.
Wind,
Is rougher but more quite.
Flora,
Seasonal with your Love.
Admirers,
Come and go with Time.
Kisses,
Running in the wind of Spring.
Missing,
Your warmth in the chill of Fall.
Flora,
Do not cry for the Bees.
Lovers,
Are infinite and constant.
Butterflies,
Are more beautiful and delicate.
You,
Are a Rose amongst Weeds.
Flora,
Do not confuse Love.
With,
Acts of simple pleasures.
Flies,
Love your honey just like shit.
Creations,
Meant to deceive you.
Flora,
My Love.
Please,
Do not open again.
If,
It is not for the Butterfly of your Life.
Love,
Is too heavy to be carried in the wind.
About the Creator
Sofia Loren Perez
Entries from my lifelong series: The Diary of a Biracial Girl. All work is my own. Find me on social media: @thesofloren.
"Through waves of insanity
Your solace rises in the East
And calms my stormy waters."
-Solace
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