as the moon beams shine
A leaf falls
as the rain pours,
don’t run
they run through the rain,
through the woods,
across the meadow
they run with the wolves,
the moon,
the tides,
at night,
in the day
but stopping is the hardest part of all,
sitting takes forever but who are these things?
its called the wind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem