Those little flowers in the Garden that tease the snails that crawl
across their tiny petals. Wanting more, they retract alowing for the
dampness and closing as the sun reflects its light. In Their refrain,
waiting for the moment to expand and open, wanting more vibration.
What beauty lies in wait for the the gentle touch, from one who's slow
and gentle movement would awaken its soft colorful display.
Flowers which possess such sensitivity and shyness.......meaningful lovely poem...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful and so touching I love the depth of the feelings in this poem...I made another account to let me be able to comment as iam facing trouble in commenting since monthes from the other account..regards