The rhapsodical sacred beauty beneficent,
The chanting dream of a life well spent,
Luscious fruit of the labors of heaven,
The flame of faith ever dispels confusion.
In blackness of night, she burns bright,
Like the iridescent moonglow at twilight.
Her magic makes polka dot blooms possible,
So, every kind of beauty seems plausible!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem with fabulous picture!
Thank you so much, Kim.