Soft whispers
of green breeze in leaves,
incense blooms.
Summer heat
is everywhere that I turn.
Sun falls through the trees.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Beautiful images: soft whispers, green breeze, blooming incense, sun falling through the trees… loved it. Very pleasant poem. Top score.
Thank you for your words of delight.