As wind raises your hair to catch
The agile butterfly and stretch
Away the edge of your dress for me
To play with and to lift to see
Your face blushed red in shame
Mellowed in love and easy to tame
Crisp wind leaves mark of Spring
As fallen leafs to your heart bring
The music played in lonely hour
Mind rich with essence of a flower
In a hurry you seek your innocence
Back as wind moves in a whirling dance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem