My mother
A tree often comes in dream
Its branches are golden
Leaves are reddish
The birds that twitter on it
Are as white as milk
The ground is covered with velvet green
The blossoms are multi-coloured
Its voice is so pleasant
And shade is so warm that
I wonder and wonder
Just then, a face comes to my mind
And I see a laughter of my mother!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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