Dew -
Hushed as umbras of indigo, smiling with winking gems.
A mysterious sun touches vines,
Sending their masks to the versing clouds.
Humming a story, were droplets -
Reflecting moments.
Ethereal winds ripple through visiting seedlings
And flow like water,
Composing a piece with instruments
Imitating their minds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I gave 10/10 short but you got my inner core