Day after day he comes and goes
away.
Go, and give him a flower from my
hair, my friend.
If he asks who was it that sent it, I
entreat you do not tell him my name--
for he only comes and goes away.
He sits on the dust under the tree.
Spread there a seat with flowers and
leaves, my friend.
His eyes are sad, and they bring
sadness to my heart.
He does not speak what he has in
mind; he only comes and goes away.
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Comments1I realy enjoyed this poem today, such a beautiful expression of love. The thought of giving someone a flower from your hair is so sweet! Though there's a hint of sadness in it too, as the person keeps coming and going without speaking their mind.. I feel like there's much more hidden behind these lines, but I'm not sure I can fully understand it yet. Overall, lovely work!