wings of the butterfly.
opened a puff of wind
the beauty is bewitching.
swellings on bones
after the walk. I am administering
gel of the horse chestnut.
the July sun
is tanning red,
and it is fleecing.
solar gap.
trees tired out are standing.
I lie under one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem