Poems come to me
Like butterflies in wings
Colored and fluttering
Serrated and cloyed with
Fragrant dusts
Poems come to me
Like birds with songs
Hopping from branch
To branch flicking their
Tails and as if in a hurry
To meet the waiting mates
Poems come to me
Like a surreal stream
With a sweet melody as
It forces its way ahead
Cutting stones and sleeping
In peace upon flat land
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some come to me in a fog! !