A small magnolia basking in the beauty of a terrible storm
Finding comfort being next to the black rose in the garden of memories
Has the frequent dream of a broken light manifested to days of this flower in bloom?
Showing peacefulness with the heavy rainfall to bend its dying future?
It is though but to simply fathom the creation that was meant for shear beauty
Of which happiness is attributed though pure devotion to the sun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem