It's too delicate to touch, but beautiful to behold.
An Illuminated prayer book, from Bruges, I've been told.
The unknown artist carbonized vellum taken from a sheep,
Into a thing of beauty that is not mine to keep.
The images are beautiful, a celebration of the Divine,
a testament of faith from another place and time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem