Spring
I was listening to Chopin's "Spring."
It was coming back, the spring I saw and felt
when I lived inland in my old cottage.
The flowers of blossoming almond trees,
the black soil and the greening of trees leaves,
the flowers on the roadside and
the intense aroma of nature.
Living in an apartment high up seasons come and go
I thought I had forgotten.
But Chopin had brought back memories.
Before I die, I would like to hear his music
again, it gives me harmony in my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A vivid and thrilling expression has been made on spring with a nice story. Thank you dear sir for sharig this gem with us.10