The spirit flies across the sea
where songs of locusts blend
with sounds of crystal waterfalls
in liquid turquoise dreams
The gardens underneath the sea
grow cunning coral blooms
of every shape and every hue
some tiny, some quite huge
Nearby are groves of fruit and vines
in vivid tints of green
where swaying leaves gold and red
are home to butterflies
The spirit flies across the sea
where songs of locusts blend
with sounds of crystal waterfalls
in liquid turquoise dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh, this is such a pleasant poem, I just loved reading it.