balancing on the ballerina's toe
spinning of nature's dances
with those of wind and tornadoes
and have blouses twirling with flowers blooming
as the 1st gleam of sunshine bathes it with beauty
whirling which of luck
landing to where it faces to you
as these things try itself for the future use of playing
let these leaves float and spin with the wind
like dice of the game
the board used for playing
let it flow like the river of love like of once before
let it sing like the birds of paradise
spinning with the world by hand
the marbles splashing upon the engraved road
never encumbered with this beauty by the side
just look with the breath taken away
and bring the thinking of painting a picture into mind
and let it sing to you
let it....let it
spin around that revolving end
til hope will end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem