The sweet flower of my mind blooms in the beautiful spring,
I walk with great rhythm,
After a while I feel slight discomfort,
I want to know the reason,
So I scrutinize the glorious flower minutely
And see one of its petals has not yet flourished,
The Petal is still weak and feeble,
It needs the gentle and nutritious breeze of the great season.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The Petal is still weak and feeble, It needs the gentle and nutritious breeze of the great season........ .......fine poem dear poet