The slight breeze is rising,
Scent of flowers is wafting,
The sun after rain is shining,
The happy birds are singing,
Walking out of a deep cottage,
Feel good warm in the village.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your imagery is three dimension reading it took all my attention I can smell the flowers and feel the heat and the birds singing oh so sweet thanks for sharing Lily
thanks. it seems that you know who can draw these pictures