O this day's spring dreams
Come to life in blue and white;
Red and green! The skies...
The trees are now brimming with
A deeper magic
That prolonged winter suppressed.
The light is reborn
And poems can be composed
Once more. I delight
In wild nature blossoming
Through the cracks in these
Clinical, modern designs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem