Quite indolent somewhat like purple orchids;
a rich fragrance
comes as they do a nice fruity scent spill;
they draw a glance
as they hang jointed, course and delicate,
like a romance
that comes with a sudden kind of whiff
changing to certainty from just an if.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beauty beyond this is nowhere to be found.