Risk Poem by Anaïs Nin

'' And then the day came, when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to Blossom. '' AN ITALIAN TRANSLATION: '' E il giorno arrivò, quando il rischio di rimanere chiusa nel bocciolo si fece più doloroso del rischio insito nello sbocciare. ''

Too much said with too little words.

A fantastic poem. I enjoyed reading it

Beautiful!

Remain tight in a bud is painful where as blossoming is freedom, though gaining it is tough, it has its own rewards.

A profound work of art

just can say that wow- the pain in bud and the risk is blooming! ! !

where is the rhyme? ? ? ? ? ? ?