i thought i saw
A flower flew
Unintelligible
In brisk flutter,
Or a spot of wind
Assuming A color
Or a flurry of life
Exploding from
Pallor;
And playful
In the cloudless
Whirl of air
until it settled
Near my chair…
A yellow skipper!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You flow is perfection, along with your imagery. Another delightful read. thanks for sharing