Every floral flourishing
Is a hope of dream
Every brilliant blow
Is a risk of life
When a flower blooms,
I don’t know if it will bear fruit
But when it flourishes
I know it’ll inevitably fade
They say women are like flowers
And maidens the freshest
There isn’t a single flower that never fades
Nor a maiden who can stay forever in her prime
Both natural flourishing and unhurried fading
Are romances
A frosty-headed fair lady
gazes at the withering petals in the tree
As a gust of wind blows
They fly away with the breeze
The lady
Smiles in the wind
so brightly
As brightly as a flourishing daisy
By Rose Lu (Bing hua) Tr. East Sea Fairy
Nothing is immortal in this material world. But a bud flourishes to flower. Perhaps, to fill a little joy Momentary yet pure peace In tiny heart of human. .........................................loved your write. A nice thought with beautiful presentation, my Dear Rose!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem with a powerful metaphor. #10