It is a book with many chapters
But there is a page dedicated to beauty
The secret recipe is displayed
And the curse and blessings of beauty
Wraps around the theme of this chapter
It is both a celebration and sorrow
The two ends of Love intersect here
The pendulum of life is ever pronounced
And the petals of existence are unveiled
It is a story about the fragility
And the colourfulness of a flower
It is a story about the sunset versus the eclipse of the sun
Both encompassed by mystery and secrets
It is a story about hope in the midst of misery
About faith and Love that envelopes existence
Beauty is not a character, it is a scent
To be smelled and tasted
To be celebrated
While it lasts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem