photo von axinia
People want to be like flowers
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 become the fragrant flowers!
poem by axinia