Give me some love
plants, like viola and ferns.
Don't bend the fish, let her go.
Is it not like mountain
sickness? I cannot climb the steep
rise to see the burning world?
Let us celebrate the
golden month April.We may not live
next day to smellmoon flowers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Impressive poetry Satish Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken