The wind swallows the pain
I have in me when it flows
From the west humming softly
And the aromas of fresh
Flowers keep me fresh and
Let me face the world strongly
The winding path to the
Valley I tread with its dew
Drenched grass shining green
I am free of pains now
In the midst of splendid
Beauty that is scarcely seen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely beautiful poem! Well done x