his life is like the dead tree
shedding off leaves
drying under the sun
blown by the wind
to all the directions of
this earth
each leaf
arrives to each destination
putting on a new name
disowning him
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i liked this one a lot...you said so much in such few words...dust to dust...except the few who make history...great write