the spring angel
likes the spring feelings
if butterflies fly towards
the sky with
the red sunset
out of love for
the longing
for a hopeful spirit
and for the time
the spring angel is
refined
if stars throw the power dawn
volkanoes of the existence
at midnight
angel's feathers are touched
by the cold wind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem