Under
The eaves
The sky
Comes
D
O
W
N
In the july morning
Folding
An unbrella
The sky mirrored
In my shoe
Waving a ripple
Planting
The tree
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I would like to translate this poem
The sky mirrored in my shoe. good poem. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.