His
prettiest flower of smile
falls hovering in a shudder,
shaking and forgotten in dream.
His
sweetest words in phrase
flow into the heart, shaking
awake afresh
from the dreams.
But
emerald golden love flower
that he has kept in his bosom
is kept in secret and
i can't don; how unkind is he?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's a really pretty poem