Cascadă de clopoței… /Purple bells waterfall

 

 

Clopoței, trompețele…  festin cald de culoare
înflorind cascadă de soare

 

Little bells, little trumpets… a warm feast of color
abloom in a sweet waterfall

 

„[……]

I keep my gratitude in my smile
A glistening waterfall in the sun
Gently splashing at that person
Who made me happy for some reason

I keep my sensitivity in my hands
Reaching out for your wet cheek
Holding you, with all the love
The love I want to share, and feel

I keep my passion in my writing
My words breathing like fire
Screeching against an endless road
As I continue to be inspired

I keep my simplicity in my soul
Spread over me like a clear sky
Reflecting all that I am
And all that’s ever passed me by

And I hope you will look
Beyond my ordinary face
My simple, tied hair
My ordinary tastes
And I hope you will see me
From everyone…apart
As I keep my beauty
in my heart.”
― Sanober Khan

 

Când lumina transpare, răsar șoapte din soare…

 

When much light falls like snow, the sun whispers aglow…

 

“There is a waterfall in every dream. Cool and crystal clear, it falls gently on the sleeper, cleansing the mind and soothing the soul.”
― Virginia Alison