the time when withered flowers blossom
to fill the air with fresh scent
the time when untapped love
springs into youthful freshness
the time the earth is transformed
with an array of colours
the time when people relax and breathe in
the freshness of the air
the time to say yes life has just begun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The time the poetic spirit in some mad humans blossoms forth into lines of beauty! Excellent! There is freshness in every image.
thanks for boosting my spirits not to down my pen.