beneath the massive tree of darkness
a tiny ember glows
a little seedling grows
a deep, silent river flows.
at the end of every night's corridor
morning light mixes with the shadows
rainbows and showers dancing
multi-colored butterflies with angel wings.
love is the distance between my remembering
and each drop of hope in my heart - burning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem