Logical measures of yesterday unfolding like a blossoming
rose in springtime, rinsing spirits with the purity of
their aromas, light and euphoric.
Never wilting in the darkness, an essence of nature that
will not be dismissed in lands of time for it has been
placed in annals of historical moments, dedicated to life
although you may never know it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem