A miniature crystal craft round, slowly floats,
Transported by Wind's child - the Breeze -
Drifting like a magic vessel or dreamy boat
Through nature's wilderness soft-silently,
Whilst the evening sun, upon its form, glows...
And gleams as might a star of tiny frame
Til the waves of air struggle to flow,
And a blade of grass bursts the bubble's fame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good imagination! well written!