The spring hums a song new
when winter has left my old town.
Melancholic lullabies of jays few
reverberate through the valleys and caves brown-
with the river gallopingon blue heart-stone.
The spring hums a song new when winter has left my old town.......fantastic imagination. Well executed poem.
Thank you dear Sir for the beautiful words of encouragement and support.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So great poem sir.....spring is the king of all season.......