For every closure,
there is a beginning somewhere,
from behind eyes,
clouded with tears.
For every death,
there is a birth.
For every broken heart,
somewhere another heart will fall.
On and on the story goes,
with cause and effect somewhere.
If we open our eyes, we will see it,
hidden out there somewhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For Every Leaf that falls my friend...