fireflies spread the wings with synchronized flashing
as if there is a conductor in the dark
morning sun rays its warmth with streaming sluggish
as if it knows would be received welcomely
entertaining imagery dances with such hilarity
as if I could hold rising bubbles of laughter within
thought of you creeps up refractorily in midst of my busy life
as if you are also musing over me
….. should the silence be enjoyed, silenced,
or broken? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem