Evening after the snow fall
The rays of burning sun
Upon millions of icicles fall.
The sky lights up with ambers
Wrapped around tree limbs.
The splendid gold none can hoard
But to feel blessedly on board.
Yes, when the sunlight falls on abers surrounding tree branches it grows in our feeling as preciousgold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully written.....thank u, dear poetess..
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