a closeness so strange,
of molly and her garden.
as she captured the serenity
of a single bloom of waterlily
and a cluster of hyacinths.
adorned around
bushes of wild grasses,
sometimes, making chaos,
yet a disorderly harmony prevails,
in the quiet madness
of the bees hovering.
stinging the mind with
painful rememberance.
soaked in the colour of moonbeams,
was the blue waterlily.
gentle.......
gentle as molly treading,
in her own heaven.
like honey drips
never quenches a thirst y mind,
the blue water lily appears,
in the lap of water
again and again......
in my pensive thoughts
of mollys garden!
in mollys garden
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh so imaginative... wish i could see its beauty of the garden right now!
thank you!