The little flowers at night,
Blinking and twinkling in delight,
A garden above our heads,
Disappears when the day awakes,
No one waters, cares and nurtures, ,
To bloom again at dusk,
Never wilted or strained,
no fragrance with limited hues,
Stay and smile afresh,
with no stalks and leaves.
A cute little poem! Though there is no human hand to water, care or nurture them, they bloom every night to delight us! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love stargazing! This is just lovely: -)