When we see something beautiful, that thing will illuminate our inner world |
Forgotten beauty A white rose moves slightly in the wind, While tender rays illuminate her sacred colours, She opens, and leaves behind a tear, For a beauty people neither see nor bear, The nature, and her mirific colours. The blue-green birds were singing, A heavy bee was climbing up a tender flower, Thus, the flower didn't bend, She had a certain, secret power, She only sighed for a caress that will never find, Neither through her beauty, nor in human's mind. Thank you for reading! |