The tiny dots about the shorelines
paddles a penny bundle that bind;
it's delightful substance creeping to lay
and the bottom was wide like black clay.
The moving sinews wind a clasping
twirled sea-hair white caps blending;
As it flew above the line swirling
it's the beauty of the cloud relaxing.
Oh blank sensation catches the heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem