a narrow road down the hills.
by its side cried an oaktree.
the wind brought its leaves to soil.
it stood alone in shadow.
undressed by cold autumn decay.
untill spring it would be vigourless.
to me it had never been as beautiful as now.
Only love, only love can leave such a mark But only love, only love can heal such a scar
A sweet sentiment of complete acceptance in every season. Thank you Edvard, you re establish my roots. Smiling at you Tai
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I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful message in this one