The slow breeze
Coming inside my room
Makes me severe
Again and again
In first step of spring
Not much hot or
Not much cold
But with overflowing
Happiness, joy
A feelings of saturation
May be with new vapour
In last winter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Yes, it is lovely flow of breeze, neither too hot nor too cold. Beautiful flow of words. Loved reading it.