Springday
At one season of the year.
Nobody can complain.
The winter has left the earth.
Spring is knocking on the door.
Snow is fading away and the flowers,
they are searching for their colours.
Tempature is raising up.
People getting happier.
Not a person is looking down.
It's the only time of the year,
strong enough to let us forget.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem