Yesterday had gone quiet,
Tomorrow will arrive at our feet,
I don’t bother about the yesterdays,
I won’t bother about the tomorrows,
As I have the today in the safe of my hand,
This moment belongs to me,
And I make this passing second,
A precious memory, as long as,
You are with me,
As long as you provide me something,
That slowly snows as the warm icing,
As long as you change my surroundings,
Where the scent exists without any flowers cuttings,
Words are not in need, messages can be understood,
As long as you are with me,
i am possessed by your spirit,
you are possessed by my spirit,
We are possessed by our spirits.
All that flower that bloom, fragrance of it gaily sails in air, there is no segregation that it for whom but for all, all to enjoy, the love of nature a boon...all that happens, happen for today / Why can't we try to be the scent; soul blooms regularly..incessantly nice to read and think( really its a Thinko tonia)
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I would like to translate this poem
Unison in spirit, one of the highest forms of love