The magical flower, tall and still,
Stands 4ft high upon a hill.
Shining like the sun's bright face,
It spreads its leaves in their rightful place.
If one day it will give me one thing,
I will ask for the voice to be able to sing.
The magical flower, tall and still,
Stands 4ft high upon a hill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its nice....and i am glad you treasure it....always remember your roots....keep writing and kudos