Out you spluttered from blinding mist
Morning dews splashed under feet.
Always just in time,
The beetle took its flight
Wings shining a flutter of purple dye.
Dark lured me with heavenly light.
Kiss on the forehead dream-long-lost soft.
Your hands locked in mine
Tiny they both were, fingers entwined.
Brook unfrozen in a blink of an eye,
Laughter twinkled and burst'd into sight.
We took off together
Ignoring the misty blankness behind.
In the Pandora's box,
the pearl reside'.
It's a pretty poem that shows the true feelings of the poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a pretty poem that shows the true feelings of the poet.