I heard black orchids don't exist,
I only nod and smile,
for I have seen this rarest bloom,
this daughter of the Nile.
The odyssey of life fulfilled,
I'll not disturb her place,
for all of life I only sought
to just behold her grace.
No such orchid experts say...
A quest beyond our sight...
but soft as velvet this I know,
she surely blooms by night.
In my dreams the orchid wakes,
remote and raven flower,
the comfort of the journey's end
perfumes the midnight hour.
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem