As well as the shoots bloom
with the Spring,
the emotions appeared
when I read, caressing,
this garland of emotion
concealed in words.
Simple black letters
on a white background.
There was the heart
beating vulnerable.
Intense vermillion
Imperceptible to simple sight.
Hurricane-force winds
Making me tremble.
Then I understood
That you were still alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem