For if beauty were to grow on a tree...its fruits would weather with the autumns🥀🍁🍂...And If only I could farm beauty...my silos would overflow..."The Great Harvest", it would be termed...Like a great fishermen...let beauty be a priority like fish in the upgoing stream...hearts be the bait...If beauty did grow in the sky...like stars...Like firemen assualting a wild fire...I'd water...not to extinguish but to breath life unto thee...yet beauty never lasts but fades with time...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem