On a spring day, cherry blossom branches
Are filled with pale pink.
As the wind blows, pink petals fall
Like snowflakes during eyes blink.
They're scattered on the grass and heaped up
On benches under the sunlight,
An old men sitting laze and gaze at
Long time quietly to twilight.
(Apr.21st,2024, Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem