Flowers are growing in the south this time of year.
opening their pedals showing their love.
window to the growing plants from sunlight which spreads them open.
eternity of light showing in a flower by the window.
reality is light showing flowers in eternity.
A dream came true, a field of yellow flowers.
Dreaming of flowers
Reality is a field of flowers.
Eternity might be just to smell one flower.
A dream of flowers.
Memories of a field of flowers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem