The soul’s flowers

Saturday, August 06 2005 @ 06:13 PM MSD

Contributed by: Adela Vasiloi

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.

                        Adela Vasiloi