Can you feel and touch a voice that's trailing behind
a gray sunray, almost like a twin of e. e. cummings
who weaves strange verses.
Thanks to a stubborn haiku within,
you and I jump over the labels
and see what appears in the dark woods.
Somehow if a single word makes sense,
deep sense that shows how all things
in the Milky Way are interconnected,
you and I are saved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem