The sun shone bright,
But In heart blossomed apple-tree
When I was waiting the lilacs,
He came and caressed me...
Opens its petals to the light wind
And quivers with silent love.
But you-Wind, don't trust me,
That he isn't loved so more...
Very beautiful but in the last line grief is there. Nice metaphor and witty composition. 10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
O! What a sad ending here......lovely in a short piece.10+++