Waiting, oh waiting
it seems so painful,
to have to wait,
for Spring's majestic glow.
For the bright colored flowers,
and the radiant Sunrise,
how painful it is,
to wait for such beauty.
Flowers will bloom,
Renewed again,
With the sunny days,
that must come to an end.
Spring, we must be patience,
waiting and waiting,
until, ah,
It is Here.
After all the waiting,
after all the daydreams,
here I will stop,
for Spring needs Patience.
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I would like to translate this poem
Never mind.1st poem. '-'