As if constantly caught in a prayer
sprung from the very painful tears of Eve
white petals reach holy into the air
as if in purity it does believe
that it can bring a kind of loveliness,
a type of radiant flowering light,
as it flowers in a kind of eagerness
with a soft fragrance filling the night,
as if being a saintly vessel, it might.
Only a true poet could see mother nature through such expressive eyes... exceptional piece.. the first line banned and remained in my mind whilst completing this little gem...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sorry.. typo... the first line grabbed :)