We are the fallen leaves
Someday it might ignite the fire!
Or be the ashes to be disappeared,
Maybe a dusty little dream.
We are the dead little flowers,
Aren’t ever going to bloom,
And the drizzling night won’t be enough
To take out this flume.
We became the winter night
Where the wind whispers the curse,
And the death-bird hit her soul
To take time in reverse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem with an overtone of lyrical intensity, well penned peom thanks for sharing.
thank you
thanks :)