A lone bush flower
Or bursts— in beds on bower,
Spring packs its power
To come as ever,
What matters' time however.
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Senryu | 15.01.2019 |
Flowers! ! ! ! With the muse of Spring. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed it does bloom, a very lovely poem dear Aniruddha.
Thank you again Jennifer B.