the green carpet on the floor,
looks like the meadow.
though other flowers,
I trod on soft grass.
when it grew beautiful and fresh.
I must wait till spring.
my home lawn,
shaggy and warm,
good, only for the winter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting and charming poem. It has the warm poetic climate in itself. Cool comparing the carpet to the meadow. Super the idea and the cool work :))