Sun smoothed the first chilled air
With green hands made of leaves
To straighten tilted rays of morrow.
You have won the honey blue of sky
And used it to clean my dusty porch
Filled with yesterday's fallen sorrow.
Illumination isn't illusion any more
Happiness has washed its little feet
For dancing with songs of sparrow.
like the rain washing away dust happiness washes away sorrow Thanks-10
Lovely dance with songs of sparrow. A true unification with nature.
Illumination isn't illusion any more Happiness has washed its little feet For dancing with songs of sparrow...................Spechlesss................Awesome (running out of words) 1000
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I would like to translate this poem
'You have won the honey blue sky'! Nice work.