Hidden from the naked eyes
A castaway in a no man's land
A beauty unfolded and untouched
This graceful flower in the desert storm
Crimson reddish colored in brilliant fervors
Through the entire empty space of deserted land
It had grown into full blossom, near spring water well
How could all these to have been hidden
Or would one could ever again hope to grasp
Such an enigma in unimaginable quantum phrase
To be embodied in the remoteness of hardened crust
In an unchartered oasis, the flower lives, under miracles
Escaping the seeing eyes and to be placed in the hidden land
The splendor shall forever remains, this beauty by the roses bed
A castaway in a no man's land
A beauty unfolded and untouched
This graceful flower in the desert storm
Crimson reddish colored in brilliant fervors
Through the entire empty space of deserted land
It had grown into full blossom, near spring water well
How could all these to have been hidden
Or would one could ever again hope to grasp
Such an enigma in unimaginable quantum phrase
To be embodied in the remoteness of hardened crust
In an unchartered oasis, the flower lives, under miracles
Escaping the seeing eyes and to be placed in the hidden land
The splendor shall forever remains, this beauty by the roses bed




