melting snow –
memories of kissing
in the fragrant breeze
spring’s end
she whispers
i have mastered
gathering shells –
the twilight tide
splashed her face
walking barefoot
on the river pebbles –
morning chill
pondering wedlock
first drizzle
in the hill lake
winter mist
my grandma shows
her first calf love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem