If peered upon by gracious eyes
Where words reach far and few
The rhythm of humanity
Would rise again anew
If a petal fell in silence
The rain would surely fall
For beauty last bestowed by it
Would quite certainly enthrall
The rhythm of humanity
A gentle sound of truth
Is beyond the grasp of innocence
As it seeks the heart of youth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem