
While your blonde hair shines brightly and gloriously
Even the sun's rays dare not compete.
While your forehead is pure and white
Even the most beautiful lilies will be ashamed of themselves.
While your lips are followed by all eyes.
And while your lips are followed by all eyes, more than the premature carnation.
While your elegant neck
And scorn the glittering grace of crystal.
Enjoy your hair and your cherry lips.
Don't wait for the riches of your golden age-
Your gold, your lilies, your carnations
Not only will they turn to silver and broken flowers
And will return with you in smoke, dust, dirt, and
night, and nothingness.



Comments (2)
"While your forehead is pure and white Even the most beautiful lilies will be ashamed of themselves."- what a profound poetic line! All of them are, just loved this one best. great poem!
Really liked this article