the seed
has to be buried
and time
caresses it
silence mourns
the sky cries
sheds rains for
tears
no one minds
this symbolism
of our faith
until the seed
cracks
the top of the soil
as one begins
to see the sprouting
bud
it is alive
it is alive!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem