Leaves that flourish in spring
Winter has burned
And burnish to brown
The lilies will die
But the summer wind will blow
And the bulbs will sprout and bloom
With pink and red caps on their heads
We win the the inheritance
We lose it
And it is back again
This how life's pendulum swings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem, capturing the various spheres of life