Sauntering into summer breezes, warm upon my brow,
beating upon my hair, shining it like golden corn
under bright lights.
Coercing many concerns to be accompanied in several
layers of distraught pools of sadness.
Crossing a straightaway, fleeing into the night filled
with tears, blowing steadily across my heart.
Soundlessly talking in a manner of speaking, as the
zeal of another time passes away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem