The Flowering Season Has Died Poem by Mohammad Younus

The flowering season has died;
The colourful flowers go on falling;
Nightingale is calling;
Silence penetrates its song;
The Wordless!
The Voiceless!
The Equanimity!
The reality of the Real!
Preparing to bloom in the Spring;
Preparing to visit the rose garden;
To enjoy the beauty and fragrance...
...of colourful roses;
And sing the song of ecstasy!
Giving thanks to Himself...
...for manifesting His power!

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