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The Wind, One Brilliant Day

The wind, one brilliant day, called
to my soul with an odor of jasmine.

'In return for the odor of my jasmine,
I'd like all the odor of your roses.'

'I have no roses; all the flowers
in my garden are dead.'

'Well then, I'll take the withered petals
and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain.'

the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself:
'What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?'

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When I see a child, I see the God's face I focus there to worship, to embrace The peaceful and blissful, I can smell! A child is sacred, the beauty of Angel! ! .A great poem indeed.. very nice, ideas that lead to heaven. child and the blessedness........ thank u dear poet. tony
To embrace is to worship. The child is the shrine of our most precious values. By cherishing her, we held her retain faith in those values she carries.
When I see a child, I see the God's face! I focus there to worship, to embrace! A child is peaceful and blissful what I smell! A child is sacred with the beauty of an Angel! ! - - - - - - - - -What a beautiful write ! Yes, a child's face reflects the presence of God.Loved this poem.
A wonderful poem. What would we not sacrifice to protect or embrace the innocents.? Again, such a great work.
Yes! God in the face of the child! Protect them, they are precious
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