Every
Thing
Can fall
And falls in harmony.
Everything fall
In harmony
Dust, the air, the wind
The light,
The humidity,
The fist DROP of sweat,
The first cry, and
The first denial of falling
Falls in harmony.
The only thing that takes off your breath
Is 'I am falling too? '
Your nightmare and guts
Fall all together
Down!
Awful feeling,
But in harmony.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem