White Flowers

Let me come so much close to you To watch whiteness of reflected colors You don't keep any color for you So you're capable of spreading odors. Dear wind! Be slow and let me inhale Fragrance of these white delicate flowers Dear clouds! No, not at the moment Keep control on your untimely showers. White flowers! I listen to your song I feel it but I do not understand Go on singing the lyric of nature, I shall live and die in your land, I know what's hidden in your pouch You don't speak through the colors Your song is in the language of touch On the air are your singing odors, Being touched, I know what you sing What else it may be it's a song of love Not only me, so close to white flowers Colorful butterflies and birds like dove Everyone's in love see the dance of clouds Winds have joined you listen to the melody Clouds out of control to wash the dust For sickness of hate white flower's remedy! I am no more sick of hate have been washed Let me throw all the dirt and go to beloved My sweet beloved waiting for me at home I hope this time I'll be kissed and loved.