What a kind of wonder
will be brought here
by the strong north wind of December?
Stars in the dawning light
haven't faded yet
For whom they'd like to predict the future?
Dry branches stretch to the midair
Waiting for the floral lips of spring
Kiss, Kiss, Kiss!
Kisses fly towards the snow and ice
towards the broken wings of a linnet
towards a lonely lonely waiting heart …
Beautiful write, full of nature's wonders. The broken wings of a linnet remind me of William Butler Yeats's The lake isle of Innisfree line of An evening full of the linnet's wings...
Hi Kwai Chee, much appreciated your nice comment and sharing. Thanks.
Wow loved it, loved it and loved it, kisses fly towards the snow and ice - to warn them..... towards a lonely waiting heart - 100++
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I would like to translate this poem
This reminds me of that genre of Chinese poems (Many written by sympathetic men) in which a solitary woman expresses her loneliness and sees no end to it. There is a muted despair in such poems but also deep, deep feeling barely contained within. In your poem, that suppressed feeling breaks out in the most wonderful expression of desire. Your lonely woman has eased her pain by this outburst and it shows she is ready for a genuine love. I wish I could be some demi-god of happiness who could send her her heart's desire.