Tiny leaves are falling,
Pollens of flowers are spreading...
Wind is sobbing,
Trees and leaves are weeping...
A flower carpel is trembling,
And sliding away from the brink
Pollens of flowers are spreading...
Wind is sobbing,
Trees and leaves are weeping...
A flower carpel is trembling,
And sliding away from the brink
The poem was translat by Fathima Ishrath
1 comment:
Very Intersting! one of my favorite (that you gave me!)
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