Bronze bells' breeze of September showers,
Freezing fluttering fragile flowers,
Tearing the time's tide tactile sense
May leave long love's lighting lance in tense.
Crying colors of cold old castles,
Stroke their sticky sounds without hassles,
Slipping silken sun into the clouds
Hide misty murmuring meadow shrouds.
Dancing rain drops like bright blue bubbles,
Big black birds bringing flying troubles,
Wild winds waving their wet wings around
Ghostly green girds up for glassy ground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem