do not regret
stories from the past
or expect
brighter tomorrow
let the dark clouds
pregnant with rain
let it cold
on wet grass
do not be angry
if the clouds are barren
pale white; non-aqueous
and drying the grass
who we are?
to blame fate
aren't we only
a grass of the earth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem