The bells are ringing - some joy!
The country smiles - post-dawn!
The dawn, sun, night continue to follow.
Days still go!
In the distant hills
A cluster of magic bagpipes plays.
Owls fluttered to thick nocturnal boughs.
Nightingales
Assembled in a chorus row.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem