The petal falls
The colors
Of the apple blossom
Rain on the eyes
Hungering for spring
Drinking in the color
Savoring them like
They had to last forever
The children play
Adding to the choir
That is already spring
Brian Kilpatrick, brilliant poem, it halts and flows, it pauses and springs, it has the leopards spots and yet it hunts like the tiger. superb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
already spring. good poem. thanks.