No one from the city beyond strange turn
Grass-soil mix to play to play -
When the remote wilderness
Light and shadow, the Mirage
Whose hanging hair,
They fly through the air and touched the buttocks,
Rainy cloud came down to the spring field -
Not long before the unfinished song
Singing became glow-worms blinking
I was touched once the figure of flesh and blood,
Cutters step of the stairs to prevent falls
The day got scented your hair..
a poem with a deep meaning, i love the last line. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem 'Calculus Of A Life Time'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well written piece of touching poetry Thanks for sharing, Sajoy Peace