Bloom
Poet Misnia
After the clear sky
I learned what waits for me
Love blooms
its sweet fruit
feels like our wedding vows
Same promise Same fire
Longing in distance
where time never seems enough
Short, as we speak
But fruits need time to blossom
They grow in passing time
Patience is the answer
So I bloom anyway
For me
For us
For the love that
survives distance
I am the garden now
I am the bloom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
"Love blooms"