HEARTS OF LOVE

The countless hearts of love grow and pass.
   Time is opening a new path for me.
  Today I am dreaming.
  I am the wind that makes the buds bloom
  All your animals are moving away from me.
  All the desires flowing in it were purified by fire.
  All the lower forms of the novel are no longer born.
  Everything else is alienated.
  Now new hopes fill my heart.
  There has been a new revival in my letters.
  I typed new lines.
  every line in the new spring
  Then add it.
  That poem touched every heart...