Such flower blooms conspicuous in the lea,
As I peruse, it soon made me aware
Just why, when many others there did lay,
This blossom proved special though it's not rare;
As if to reign in hearts of those who see,
It casts on everyone a magic spell,
Enticing them to readily agree,
On how its beauty radiated so well;
But came a thief, nay, it was Time, the judge,
Whose verdict rents the wilting flower's heart,
Yet, in a sense, it's not one to begrudge,
For left behind is a nostalgic part,
......Which will remind of glories in the past,
......When beauty has decided not to last.
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I would like to translate this poem
beauty radiated, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.