The clouds of despair
are gathering momentum.
They shall not darken
my light filled mind.
I enchant deep in me
whispers of blooming
petals of purity.
I pray for the rainbows of hope
kneeling down in this sanctuary
of my soul offering blossoms
in murmuring prayerful silence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem