early morn
a tree of song
in the garden
branches -
spread everywhere
and dance
in the wind
light bristles
with leaves
in this heart
a blind artist
pines to paint
orchestrates
the first delight
of day
that was nice...if you love someone, set him free, it was said
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is very lovely John. Sincerely, mary