the wind blew all day
in the pines
and the wind
would blow all night
the clouds streamed
like birds
fleeing the movement
of the trees
sun came and went
like truth
the cloud was truth
and the sun lied
the wind in the pines
made a sound
like a river or air
falling like rapids
the hermit knew
change was coming
a change he thought
long overdue
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Insightful poem. Thanks for sharing.