Sunlight, filtered through glass
Shines brightly but, still diluted
Dark eyes stare through the window
Luxurious locks of brown
Frame a face with pinks lips
Pink checks
Looking down below
To where the grass moves and sways
With the wind of a spring day
Dandelion seeds float, traveling
Far and wide
Little butterflies dance
Another day has dawned
Even if tommorow seems to take
An entire eternity
It comes eventually
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good poetry, just a hint of personality. Read mine - Of Dandelions and Tears - Adeline