Florence

The day that the sky was red,

I was no longer young.

It was sin that I had committed-

Sin that had tinged the sky in blood.

You see, my friend

I saw beauty that day.

Oh,

Pulchritudo, Belle, Omorfiá, Schönheit!

The petals, rich in color yet devoid of depth!

The, oh, so frail stem, held uptight

Not with strength, but with pride and dignity!

The pure sweetness of scent,

The way how the petals delicately stack upon each other!

How she stands still in her place, incarcerated

By the love of earth

But makes earth crumble down to its knees in front of her!

Oh,

My sin, my damnation!

She was weeping- my queen, my gorgeous.

But not tears,

No, never would she shed shame.

It was stars that she wept,

Glistening in the morning sun.

Such innocence the light of the stars held-

I couldn’t dare try to sweep off such sacred things.

As I helplessly stood still in place, awed

I realized the sin of beauty,

Of being born into the world as a flower.

#poetry #stellakim