The flowers wilt and die
But their scent is endless
Midnight tolls and in the park it
hits us and spans our time together
Mechanisms like machines
are thought to end our existence
But in the center of our souls
we beat like clocks and sway like lillies
In the sun, in the snow we lay and melt
And bathe like rocks in the sea
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem