Flowers are not blooming because
The most beautiful have already bloom.
The petals are anxious to free themselves
A humble man starts to dream.
The sun arise and set only once
I prey beside the sea.
Even though your dream is grand
There are mirrors, misty clouds and curse.
The night comes and goes only once
Those rose bath in the middle east, even though
The mural is not the most beautiful
It's not to wake again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for Johannah's translation.