When you bloom in my garden,
My wounds will be given wings,
Colorful dotted wings,
They will be reshaped into butterflies!
When you twinkle at my sky,
Pains will hide in the forest of clouds
Smooth feathers of rain
kiss the roots of my soul!
When you sit on my shore,
The waves will dance,
Rush to touch the petals of your feet.
A cool breeze will hug me silently.
When you bloom in my garden, My wounds will be given wings, Colorful dotted wings, They will be reshaped into butterflies! very poetic dear poet. congrats. tony
Awesome poem: liked the flow and the imageries.10++ When you twinkle at my sky, Pains will hide in the forest of clouds Smooth feathers of rain kiss the roots of my soul!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well articulated and nicely brought forth from the hearth A beautiful love poem.