Rough brown branches of the tree in the middle of the flowing greenish soft grass
Breaking down with blue clear tears washing away the beauty
The sweet smell of the wonderful tree grows greyish and lonely
Love with the colorful fish fading away with blues of sorrows
Grey dark tree has no feelings
The heart of the tree is locked up with sorrows and pain
Branches of the dark grey tree breaking with hurt of the mind
Slowly dying away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice metaphor with the tree. Terrific poem!