When life's breath is blown
to fill the empty place?
When does the flower bloom?
When love is bestowed
and beauty manifests?
When does the flower bloom?
When our sunshine appears
through mist, fog, clouds,
and after rain?
When does the flower bloom?
When respect and fame lead
to the throne?
When does the flower bloom?
When life is unfading,
and death is no reality,
and we remain in our primordial state—
only ever blooming, every day...
—MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem