Flowers blossoming interiorly, touching faith, increasing
it's feelings through nature.
Walking through darkness, watching the sun shining upon
interior particles of my soul, giving only blessings of
hope contained therein.
A significant amount of textures keeping life together
no matter what.
Nothing really mattering to me anymore, because there
are more important things to think about and do for
others, instead of self.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
watching the sun shining on the interior particles of my soulWhat a beautiful imagery to see and feel. When it turns to pure light you will be know as you already know.