a morning passing away
in the eyes of flower petals.
a life passing away,
youth of hunger death.
only memory remains
like a pebble
in the flowing stream bed.
i remain, with unfolded love
where you are submerged,
here there everywhere
in the nature
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
autumn... fall... they really come sometimes even while one is still living but of course we need to rise and embrace summer and spring!