Such flowers blossom in the storm
They walk the universe
With faults to find their form
Just the same as the idea of them
A gift and a curse
They possess your every neuron cell
Like a hindering sharp verse
Every good song is about them
While every good line is a burden you wish to tell
And he was in the universe
But never of it like her
He split his soul to pieces
That could fill every corner of her universe
In search for her roots
But split he was a shattered soul
With nothing to share
In search of the universe
Thats hidden in his soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We have to walk the storm, in the end we will find the sunshine. Great poem.