beside the long and winding road
the rivers flow, the hills all green,
the forests crown,
thick fogs hang
on the shoulders of mountains,
birds are migrating
and showers of rain pass from time
to time... and then sunshine
and glossy are the leaves
and sunflowers are
blooming on the
countryside.
'this is still a very beautiful world'
i am telling myself again about this conclusion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem