think of the laughter of the children
not the weepings of the widows
the blooming of the flower
not the wilting of the leaves
the shooting stars in the galaxies
not the blackholes or the death of stars
plunge into the sea of life and take
the best swim
see the bright colors of the corals and
the fish hiding in the rocks and stones
in the war of our words let us the ceasefire
we're dining and in the middle of things is this red flower
let us wonder about the redness of life
and set aside the blackness of the night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem