she is walking under the cherry blossoms
and the wind comes
and the white cherry blossoms fall upon
her hair
she imagines herself as the bride of
the morning sun
showered by the white cherry blossoms
she holds her own hand and walks in numbers
gracefully she marches on the pathway
she imagines love and marriage in her loneliness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem