Soul flower

I am a flower or sea wave,
and rain or wind, passing through the earth
accidentally came with my singing
the sweet soul I can enchant you.

What can be more beautiful than a rhyme
a look of the soul or a pantomime
what is your day with your joke?

What blooms and tells you what is suffering
and he loves, feels and lives with all
the blowing of the flower on the sea wave,
day of spring, autumn or winter where ...

each leaf with its color seems
a flower.

poetry by Nicola Popescu