Suyoung closed the book
and opened the window widely,
The wind carried the scent of flowers,
and she'd inhaled for scenting, in deeply.
Butterflies're flying in pairs,
with each other, she's seeing them playing,
She unfolded the paper, picked up
the brush, and hesitated before writing.
(May,20th,2024, Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem