The storm slowly show the beauty of nature,
Wind of the light ocean display the beauty of cherubic.
The mercurial veil began to fade
Cherub spat out a mouthful of blood
It was as if beauty ice genus lotus was wilting,
The heroine is back.
She looks like a river of the purest ink
Reven black of her hair flows like that of a regal queen
All inch of her body exuded nimbus of holiness.
It is beautiful pure ice genus lotus
With fully bloomed.
The only flaw in her otherwise perfect features
Was a thin stream of bright red blood
Dripped down from the corners of her Pink lips.
Blossom comes early of year
The heroine comes once in an era
The heroine is back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Blossom comes early, good write