Attractive city
Leaves and I, old friends
always did, and do talk
of the life, of failures, and success
tongues silent, with gestures.
“Even rain, one drop…”
Said the leaf; coming down:
“is a sword and cuts hard.”
Watched it fall, go with wind
land proud.
“Oh darling…”
I said and, was stopped:
“No worries, be patient, this is life.”
A long pause…
“No fear, of the death; since the wise...”
I smiled.
Wet the roads under rain
grey is the sky, low clouds.
“Has city always been…? ”
Meant to say:
“Attractive…I blind? ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem