Oh! How I love the breeze.
It is my swiftness.
Day and night, though I appear freeze.
Even so, the spontaneous overflow of loneliness.
When God at first created earth.
Came along also, much with a hearth.
Wherefore my being lonely is Much Ado.
About Nothing, the breeze beheld my kiddo.
Even I prickle, none to attend my soul.
I being a fool again- yes lonely.
Then came the happiest moment-icy my sole.
My heart leaps up-so it is every moment only.
So it is when my life began, So be it. I shall grow old.
The child is the lover of womanhood not odd.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very good poem on nature, breeze, , , , , , , swiftness, loneliness, none to attend my soul.......my heart leaps up so many ideas in a short poem. tha nk you dear poet. tony