Different colours and size
all together as one
looking as beautiful under the sun
to the scent they carry
that always bring back memories
and lovely ones at that.
The unspoken sound they make...
to the gentle breeze they shake...
and move from side to side,
looking so peaceful as the sunset.
Now they close to dream a dream
to their lovely petals of unspoken sound, they sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a delight this poem is. Brilliant