The Words are Flowers and Poetry is its Fragrance

I Wrote the Book with Flowers



The words have the fragrance 

I use ink of sincerity and honesty

The papers of magical light

The colourful view is more than rainbow

The terms brighter more than sunshine

With the simplicity and kind smile

The passion of heart telling every line

The imagination is the main point

The flying thought, the mind is goal point

There is space for beautiful minds

The words shining as the starry night

There is love, peace, and mankind

The emotion and feeling with pure light

There is care, for hate has no time

I wrote the book of sunshine. (Si)