photo von axinia 

 

People want to be like flowers

beautiful, blossoming

They put on make up

and wear smart clothes.

 

And they do look good,

and even like flowers

But they have no fragrance…

Where is this fragrance gone?

 

It is gone with the scream of an abused child,

It is gone with the tear of an abandoned mother,

It is gone with the worship of gold.

Then how to return the fragrance?

How to give it back to people?

 

Only the freshness of a spirit

Can awaken the fragrance of the being

Let us wake up in the light of our spirit,

let us become the fragrant flowers!

 

poem by axinia