I reach a few leaves on my way
and throw it up to air; watching
what goes down longest; circling
almost all fall at same time, why
maybe they started from one place
and equal love they share, down
I pick a lucky leaf cold and shiny
asking myself what makes it special
there are hidden pics engrave to see
gentle imaginations creates a beauty
i see sand where a pair of foot prints
walking side by side holding hands
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful imagery in this gem of a poem!