I plant a tree, in the spring carefully
But I am not sure that what will come in fall
then, seed told me that as your wish
I will come, gold chains
Yesterday, gold chain came in my dream
By seeing, it change into a dilapidated river
And flow towards my embellished home and lonely heart
In the fall, was I caring for birds’ song?
Was I listening to still of sky?
I know, I’ m not, I’ m really not
Planting is not very hard, but result
God is powerless, but by tradition, we worshiped
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, Kawa. Thank you for sharing