watch the tree branches
that falling down
to the stream, where a happy faces
of the fish patiently
wait to ride; as the tail jerk the
moving current
of the turmoil sight drags the body
to swim, and felt in the hey
oh! Water Lilies, sweet as you say
look upon your beautiful flower that bloom
like wind-dropp moist in the sky
hurdle into my heart the
serenade of sweet memoirs
of today
whisper little angel,
my dream is coming, wait not
until the night suddenly flew all that come
into my wish
then I will pass my whole self
to lay down my time
steadily blow down the
Eastern wind, letting go
where it end, as the moment lap the reel
of time to ponder, then I shall
pass this way again...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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What a powerful imagination blended with the use of imagery! I saw a wonderful flowing stream of best words on which imagination moves like a breeze. wonderful work of art! I can't go without giving10+++++ for this nice poem.