I sway, as if to breathe
the passing breezes tail -
the water sighs
in confirmation
of the lilies dance.
Beneath this clouded
water's front,
I witness gold and ruddy sprites,
a piscine dance -
a knowing prelude
to their feeding spree.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A calm romantic poem inviting light.