You are my flowers of gold,
You have preserved your beauty, yet in the days so cold.
Within the deep mysteries of love you have never sold,
Your serenity and the heart so bold.
In these days building up the towers of the years so old,
You forever remain in my memory, my only flowers of gold
This could be an ode to gold flowers or also a poem for someone you cherish you may be old. Whatever, it speaks of glory, mystery and serenity. All beautiful ingredients for this beautiful piece. 10 Karin Anderson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Karin, it is actually a love poem for the girl i use to be in love with...she surely remain to be my flowers of gold, whereever she is now...