To wear wrinkles,
Openly without a care,
Is beautiful.
Like snowflakes,
Falling in springtime,
Knowing their fate,
Is to soon gently melt.
The original language of this site is English. Please note that translators impact the meaning of the poems.
To wear wrinkles,
Openly without a care,
Is beautiful.
Like snowflakes,
Falling in springtime,
Knowing their fate,
Is to soon gently melt.