.
Whisking off sweat droplets
On his cheeks, nose tip
Up his forehead-
A gentleman sat on
Carved myonlylily bench-
Breaking sultry in the east
A misty sunlight cower-
His shyness drips upon mine.
.
I Look over his eyelashes,
Eyes- across multitude of
soft cotton breeze,
dancing ladies dances
Like a gallfly arriving
Upon passion flowers
Inflorescence-
.
AND THEN
.
I wonder how wet
winter will be, this year.
Daffodil 13-Oct.2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem