Two dwatic poems

(Trans. From Spanish)

Are our lives like the life of a flower – a promise, a hope, a passing beauty?

And what is that promise,
That hope?
How do they find fulfilment –
Their time being ever so short?

And as to beauty, does ours fade away
Like the beauty of the flower?

Fear not, for time is not involved:
The Beauty and Essence of the flower
And of our Soul
Are timeless, infinite.

……………………………………..

(Out of my window)

 

Gently, softly, the snow is falling

And quiet, still, is my soul.

I feel that inside me the snow also falls,

And that in it, too, the sun

Shines along with all its warmth.

 

 

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