The wind wandered around
shuffling itself the window's behind
It whispered to knock the door
talking vociferous going to soar
nobody listened to him
caring to its scream
it was despaired then left the ward
when all doors remained closed
I opened the door it calmed out
the wind has left a letter in my home's front
I took the withered leaf from the ground
reading the veins explaining its fortune
ancient writing disclosed to me
in the letter wind brought a written mystery
there is withering season following spring
It did not remain forever green
know the value of time when you are young
serve the tree of life in joy under merciful sun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wind of life whispered to knock the door. Spring with green season flew here to joy and service of merciful sun we noted. Amazing imagery was drawn. Wisely penned this letter.....10
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