A Pansy.of human power.
The subtle but wild.seperate.
the color of Violet.Indigo.
and the go.to grow.
the days of color.happiness.
In the Autumn.In the Spring.
the lights.the flops.perfumed.
the thoughts.And roots
and wandering arms.nature.
plucked.pins.papers.
So far.So real.Stray.
on the fields shy to dream
and clear is thy selected soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem