When a bee flies from a flower to another flower
collecting pollen,
I can feel the flower's depression.
But she never says; 'leave me alone'
and she always bloom.
Blossom, I thought you are everlasting.
But eventually the unchanging rigorous wind
comes from a wrong direction
and he takes you away,
where a place call far beyond infinity?
Dedication to the poetess / friend Melvina.Germain
Nimal, It is indeed sad that nothing lasts forever... beautifully expressed in this poem... Take care. Joey
Amazing, this really opens up the heart, well done it's lovely, Love Duncan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The flower falls, the sun fades. Only the soul lasts forever. Sad, but there can be no light without shadows. Lovely poem. Kind regards, Sandra