The beautiful flower
That doesn't exist
Entices me again and again,
I run towards it
With great emotion and passion,
But in vain,
I scream in extreme pain and resentment,
After a long time,
The miracle happens,
As the loveliest flower that exists within.......
Soothes all my limbs,
Then I begin to feel infinite joy and delight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The one that does not exist is not yours. When eventually your own came, the joy is awesome. Beautiful poem