The music flows softly,
Through the window pane.
The music flows softly,
Through the sprinkling rain.
Spring is here,
It’s in the air.
Spring is here,
We have no care.
The music flows softly,
Like spring in the air.
The music flows softly,
Like us, with no cares.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem flows nicely too Nathan, a nice mingling of the three stanzas. Nice read. Love Ernestine XXX