The greenery wafts to celestial skies,
Ascending, descending, in eerie disguise,
And everything that the songthrush was taught
Is wafted away by a stormcloud of thought.
Viridian limetrees disposed of their leaves,
Oft falling from high like autumnal soft sleeves,
Ascending, descending, with languid red sighs,
The greenery wafts to celestial skies.
(Friday,28th October,2005.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem