Spring Rolls
for each to bite—
O hearty, big bite;
good luck is to unroll
what Mind dreams of.
Habitable is
the cold night.
Feb.4th,2015.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good luck in unroll as spring rolls on. A nice poem is definitely very interestingly penned. Your poems are really lovely. Mind dreams more and more. This is cleverly penned.