It lies in bloom
like a bride awaiting for her groom
Calm like the lilies.
The flower that God tends.
It blooms in the morning
Singing merry song in silent.
You could see it dance to the wind's whistles.
The flower that God tends
Knows nothing related to wilting
but hopes for everlasting life.
For it's a creature of grace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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