Once Spring has sprung,
Life has begun,
To take some shape and form,
And I remember, oh so well
That time when love is born.
How strange it is
When strangers meet
And suddenly, it's Dawn!
And in their hearts,
All springtime starts,
The moment Love is born.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life begins from spring of love to dawn and dusk to reach stars in so far abode to reincarnate again. This is very strange. A beautifully penned perceptional poem is shared here...10