More healthful than a valley of dales-something like an aerial drawing.
Harsh whispers are suspended. No insults to my joy.
The art of beauty isn't normally drawn;
The dirty soil & splendid growth is daily delight.
So longing of flowers. For all the clouds bloom them all.
Hey, I may copy many a lovely saying about peace & love
What of merit?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem