Times of going by flowers
each new way and season,
make moment's endowers
that come by a reason.
Times are you and I
in all the footsteps going,
a cloudlet blue sky
with the sun there glowing.
Times of glowing flowers
yes we are those bouquets,
with our love, hope and powers
we may not make neglects.
We are our parents way
everything they dreamed to give,
meeting on future's day
and trying each love to live.
We are times of going
like flowers that come in spring,
momentarily we are glowing
momentarily we do sing.
And than those times are gone
to other times to be,
but hope and love carries on
love and life to be free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem indeed. Love never erodes with time rather it becomes deep. Enjoyed the flow of the poem. 'Times of glowing flowers yes we are those bouquets, with our love, hope and powers we may not make neglects.'...is very touching. Thanks for sharing.