A trace of a breeze,
Traipsed into my hair
And tousled it,
Around and about.
This trace of a breeze,
Made the grass unfurl,
For a momentary green
Dance on the ground.
I then stepped on this grass,
Which was used to my rudeness.
But it still invited me,
Inspite of my crudeness.
This trace of a breeze,
Went somewhere else,
And made the grass unfurl.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely poem with good imagery well done