be with people who are in love
with life
for they can help you
become so alive
their breaths are warm
and they all rise
to the heavens
unlike them
those indifferent and loveless ones
their breaths
are like chunks of dirt
and they crumple
and stain the earth
learn the art of loving
more people
and learn to fly
so when you are falling in love
you do not crush yourself
cracking to the
rocks of the earth
leaves die. But the real tree
knows how to grow back
its roots.
and then the buds start
to show.
flowers bloom, that is next.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem