Whew!
Feel so deep
watching this woodpecker
pecking on this tree trunk
this new dawn
and
sitting here in this garden
every time watching
sweet life
how long will it be?
Who
will tell me just the fact that
what is gone
is still there and around
for you to catch up with
how
should I believe that
what is gone will ever return
looking at these sweet lives here
I cannot get back to the past again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem