She asked me,
'Teach me about flowers.'
I said,
' Go to them, they are the best teachers.'
She said,
'Teach the language of flowers.'
I said,
'No school can teach. Identify with them, become a flower and they communicate.'
She said, 'What? '
I said,
'Blooming with love and happiness. The bliss and joy of giving. The rosary of bliss. The momentariness of life.'
Inspiration: Hela Tekali's message.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Flowers speak silently.A nice write.