As the hacking crescendo
fizzles out to the brimming spring Vesper,
The dried weeds
weaved in birds nests
The melody wafts on
and engine song laughes.
to match the freshly mown grass
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Many times it only takes a few words to describe a whole scenario like you did here! Excellent! Well penned and poignant write! 10+++ Keep it up! Love and Peace for always! ...