Somewhere in the forest, it was very far
A wildflower grew to play with the air.
To be kissed by the sunrays
To be touched by the soft hands.
Just like the snowflakes touches the skin
In a tender, soft way & yet unseen.
A wildflower dreams of love and care
Her wilderness gives people fear.
So she hides in between the forests
Amidst the green grass sometime she rests.
Yet everyday she dreams to be scene
To be touched, felt but future unseen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine poem x Lovely imagery.