Draped in shining red
Her eyes shine like stars
Shedding spokes of light
Of varied expectations
Gold she is wearing is
Not fake
Diamond is genuine too
The walk to the altar
Is that of an adult fully
Bloomed and opened
She had shed childishness
As she moves around
The holy fire seven times
The world other side
Is not known if the valley
Of flowers have hidden
Thorns in them
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The Bride a blooming divine flower ……beautifully penned on BRIDE; excellent expression