Looks light is fading out—wonder is waning all the more.
Is the sky blue as it was? The sky is no longer as blue,
Neither is there much wonder left in women's eye,
Kingfishers today are children's birds; kids are no longer
Someone's children with silky hair; can you imagine
Love vibrant with the same blood? A punch as deadly as ever?
Fog just as cold as it was? Who cares for order, who saves
anymore? Yet life seems to turn profound all the more.
I have discerned a beauty not known before—shaking off
all of past—a new Spring has embraced my life;