There is no denying that
Spring is fine
With its exquisite meaning,
It's extremely promising,
Slowly spring becomes finer
In my creative eyes,
Being optimistic,
As I ponder deeply,
I realise the finest meaning
Of the spring season
With its glorious hues
And sublime essence,
My joys know no bounds,
I become absolutely saturated.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Spring is a season of renewal. And yes, it is extremely promising. A wonderful and well expressed poem.