eastern wind blows kissing plants
feeling something new but memorable
it is a brand-new day and way
I have never met you but there is something memorable
I rethink what it is
I felt myself being in a long winter
someone said
When winter comes, something good would come along next
eastern wind blows me again
take all the things considered
watching all trees covered in pink
sitting under one of the trees
the wind comes provoking me into rethinking of what is going on
what must be spring
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice and great poem.with wonderful prose.yes the spring is not dead yet.~nb