Lovely is unspoken beauty of flower. The sweet smell of its petals in your hand, as they grow like a miracle from there steams. A Precious gift from mother nature for many to admire...but for few to truly understand.
For the blossoming of there beauty is a miracle on a sunny spring day. Reaching higher and higher towards the sun as the grow more lovely.
But no know just how they grow or why they bloom...Like love within a persons heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem