exercises of the mind,
this morning chill and the waiting hours,
i open the window
to see what they call is another
ordinary day,
a vine hangs in the garden wire
freely it gives three flowers
which the wind takes away,
i take time
this is the moment of conversion
when the ordinary day becomes
special when the three flowers
symbolize the trinity
of faith, hope and love,
the ordinary human eye
seeing the whole world
in such a short time
such beauty,
art plus
sensitivity and
humanity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
woww....... nice piece of poetry!