early spring wind
a symphony of cherry buds
on the tree
mona lisa
i try to smile
a 500 year old smile
ides of march
flipping through a book
on witches
ides of march
the day knocks me
like a tempest
ides of march
the day knocks me
like a rock
ides of march
a haiku that does not
fit the lines
ides of march
et tu brute
my shakespeare
bamboo groove
the leaves carouse
with stars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem