on the palm of spring
I could have been
a leaf or its shadow
or a fast-hearted sparrow
on a path you walk
in a dream.
or a warm air wave
when your blue looks
a little more red -
at the end of the day -
could have kissed
all the grass
you stamped flat.
the more we feel
the less we say
about it,
salient signs're
hardly seen,
just: on that path
in a dream
may you meet me
someday..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem has its subtle feeling when people read it slowly, it is a good poem :) and i think it a mixed mood of romantic and mystery in it. Well done