sparkling rapids rush
in mad haste through green forests
lemon clouds float by
laughing children race
bluebirds fly over the hills
red sun turns around
colored balloons rise
amid dancing in the streets
breezes on the blooms
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes all happen in haste but a little pause and a composed attitude like a painter rewards. You just made painter and driver on one canvas complimenting each other. Beautiful ma'am
Many thanks for the lovely comment.