Bringing to mind thoughts of a warm spring day.
Holding a handful of gold sunshine and silver stars.
Laughingly rolling with lady and doodle bugs.
A whimsical breath joins a electrifying wish,
As wings of astonishment flitter here and there,
In the soft sweet breeze,
Tingling with a delicate fruity-floral aroma,
Reminding me of apricots and blossoms.
Touching the true texture of reality.
Breathtaking and essential,
In opening the loop in space time,
For my exhilarating dandelion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice imagery. touching the true texture of reality