Flew among the flowers
Tasting finest honey
Rolled on bed of roses
Embracing its sweet fragrance
Unaware of the thorns
Which pierced and tore
Empty heart weeps
In the dark night then sleeps
Licking the wound at the dawn
She flies high even more strong
Wonderful poem, you poetry has become very good, it is nice to see you posting, had been off for awhile...great poem!
Strength comes from the experience of joy and beauty and accepting the intrinsic pain of that experience. Beautifully penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Weeping flew among the flowers. This is an amazing poem brilliantly penned.