By Johann Sergl
A flower speaks in vague and subtle tones,
in colour, scent, in softness, and in thorns;
in realms which human language may not reach,
where clarity is poisonous, and truth is weak.
In shapeless worlds, my eye will find distress,
and though I’ll never know creator or intent,
its form alone can guide me to a bower,
where I can search for dreams of earnest beauty.
Johann is a student at LMU and is based in Munich. He is from a small village north of Freising and speaks German and English.