Aesthetic Poem by Anisha Nyambe
Aesthetic
I can hear the water gurgling in the tank
and me walking on damp sand.
The dawn is a bit gloomier today;
like my emotions, the skies are gray.
Peaceful birds coo in the distance,
wise owls nod their heads
and as the desert flower blooms
the grass covers the soil like a carpet
laying on the hearth.
Dew drops from the leaves of trees
giving life to the insects below.
And the scrunching of dry leaves is heard.
It is all a sign that we might see something
even more aesthetic tomorrow.
o yes, come, come more; come to the nearest of heart; it's not bird to fly, it's not butterfly to fly, it's not bee to honey; it's flower, take care of it for the love of aesthetic
the idea of the poem is actually a real life morning that I once had
The water in my garden water is from as we have a cold snap, but we have to take everything that life and nature throws at us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 8:39:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Such a beautiful poetic landscape of incredibly vivid imagery and metaphors. What a great poem!