the storm is here
who fears it?
the storm always
arrives
as usual. who cares?
we are the children
of this storm
who fears this anyhow?
we behave like bamboos
and grasses
without thinking whether
there is something
that becomes over...
come now storm
i am the bamboo.
rage me storm
i become your grass
and sands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem