This flower that bows to its reflection
in the pure wave
responds to the sweetness of the hours
and in the depth of the mirror
the painful soul finds appeasement.
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Cette fleur qui s'incline devant son reflet
dans l'onde pure
répond à la douceur des heures.
et dans la profondeur du miroir
l'âme douloureuse trouve apaisement.
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Author:
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- Published: March 13th, 2025 07:57
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Comments7
Un petit texte enchanteur !
Merci, Lorenz !
Beautiful
Thanks a lot!
You're welcome
What a beautiful work of art this poem is. Wonderful image together with a great metaphor with meaning. Lovely and a fave
I really appreciate your comment, Soren! Thanks a lot!
Superb work.
Thanks for reading and for your comment.
That is simply a beautiful piece of writing, loved it
Thank you for your review and kind words.
You are very welcome
There is something profoundly moving about the quiet melancholy of this poem.
I am impressed.
Thank you 😊
A beautiful oriental flavour to this verse, contentment in reflection. A joy to read.
Kind regards,
Tony.
Thank you for your comment and kind words.
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