When I was a junior high school student, I began to write poems. Because my crush read a poem for me. The poem at that time...
“Over the mountains Carl Busse(1872～1918) Over the mountains, far to travel, people say, Happiness dwells. Alas, and I went, in the crowd of the others, and returned with a tear-stained face. Over the mountains, far to travel, people say, Happiness dwells.”
So when I'm happy or sad, I often write poems I am a member of a poem's coterie Our coterie's book of poems is published once a year The book of poems arrived today so I was very glad.
My poem is difficult to translate in English, I think. Because my English skills is not so good now so I want to improve it