Weightless spring
Coming and coming
With mesmerizing
Myriad hues.
Red green yellow
Pink love-flowers
Are at hands of mother
With motionless wings.
Morning and smiling sun
With dazzling water
Birds high pitching
Deferred date of going.
O my dear this is the time
We must go together to
Fulfill the body and the soul
With full cosmetic cosine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem