On a bleak afternoon
myself strolling across the garden
plants bursting with flowers
pink, white, yellow and blue
red, purple and orange hue
flowers, lovely eyes of the Almighty
all staring at me:
I could hear their voice
'Why are you gloomy! '
and when I smiled at them
they nodded in the gentle breeze
flowers blessed with mystic power
I don't have any worry to spare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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