you experience a certain height
a strong wind carries you there
you are not disturbed at all
you know it
even before you were there
then you put your feet on the rocky ground
your hands feel the only tree growing in there
there is fire on every leaf
but it does not burn you when you kiss it
there is this familiarity
that even you cannot explain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem