wind in hair facing the sun
walking paths of yesterdays
fragrant gusts in bowing trees
invisible friend
tossing the blooms to and fro
all dance to your lively tune
clothes flapping birdsong in air
and summer is young
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes is splendid. I liked the way you used summer to be young and enjoying the very moment. Thank-you. The friend quietly sweep in.....
You a very welcome. Thank you from my heart for the enjoyable comment.