The yellow, so bright,
washed up by the sun light,
blown by the gentle breeze
in a whirl,
taking the last breath
from all branches
still craving
to keep on living,
but so frail are the stalks
that the flowers, Ngu-war ' re
shining, yellowing
and shakily
being dropped down to the ground.
Ko Ko Oo
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I would like to translate this poem
beautiful, lovely poem. thanks, best wish, U Win Kyi