and if i tell you; can you see it then.
too stand upon the forest floor.
and how some pain came not, aloft.
i watch the valley from my cave.
while high above one lip, i wait below.
and there so small a stream slips through.
how pale light now white turns golden hued.
and after words it rains and it all runs together.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem