Blue-fallen sky-
silent-like the wuthering sands-
whiffled- the solitary blossom
off- from spring branches.
A burning message- brightened-
the sheds of shade- dizzied-
the widening pupils.Sunlight
piercing in my chest- glowed-
like a flash- dropping its weight.
In the midst of greenery-
roaming summer air- with rejuvenated
colors- flowed in newborn wings-
bidding farewell- to the cold mist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem