New season!
New birds are singing,
New breeze is blowing,
New flowers are blooming,
New sun is shining,
It's wonderful time indeed,
But the great poet can't believe it,
He anxiously asks himself,
'Is it my dream? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In front of anything new we stand a little suspicious. Is it real or are we dreaming? Excellent poem