Reality fades
lights die
switches turn off
a world may shrink
and some
shatter
into meaningless
bits
that is a fact
a law
that operates with
or without us
everything is flitting
most flee
and have no plans
coming back
we are born
we get old
we die, and then what?
we can do nothing
about our flesh
we can do nothing
about the trees
but we can join the
wind
and still be with
the clouds again
on one hand reality
and on the other imagination
i choose
the latter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem