Touching them, you sense
that beauty within you shall
also someday bloom.
A charming verse David, really beautiful words. Best wishes, Andrew
Bittersweet. Praise for your spare and elegant pen. Kindest regards, Sandra
Not a word wasted. Not a syllable wasted. I tip my hat to you. Nay, I bow before you. Thank you for this poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So simple, so profound. C'est vrai, c'est vrai...