Just have a look
Crowns of riches smile
The curtain of dejection
Is burried in the black hole.
The star kites fly in the sky
With the message of optimism.
Dim light is turned to deep
In the trouble clouded mind.
At sun noon
Forest wooing birds spread
feathers in the hoping yard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem