The fruits of life,
The fruits of love;
Summertime with the peace of your mind;
Soul catcher!
In red,
Miles away,
Deep in the red valley.
Natural,
To nurture love with peace;
Wintertime! !
With works of peace;
Like the muse of a falcon,
Flying up high! ! !
But, with a couple of things to share with others,
And, to convey the message of peace.
Springitme,
With the aroma of your sweet love!
And, with your red scarf on;
Because of the freedom of your mind.
Autumn-time!
Like a glass cove;
With the muse of the stem and the flower bud,
As seen in the land of your joy.
Fruits of love and fruits of life catch soul with peace and help for better living. Beautiful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Flying up high! ! Thanks for your comment on my poem. Stay blessed always.