The best flowers
Was the soul’s flowers,
That bloom in virgin souls,
Limpid similar to the mountain’s rivers,
That make you to shiver
For their could, cruel blue…
But they change their colors,
Near the perpetual bonfire
Of the hearts, full of love.
The flowers, too, are need of ground,
Of rich soil, of fertile humus,
Toward loosen their colors,
In all the marvel…
These are instants,
When Love reach their wind,
Putting our mind in the shade,
With the drug
That we calling love wrench.
The translation of Natalia Bajureanu
The soul s flowers
© Copyright: Адела Василой, 2006
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