'In these trees
you will feel the love
that I have for you
for I am like these leaves
lonely and gloomy
I am the night that cries alone
and thinking of you
in everyday of my existence
I have suffered
over and over again
the first dew in the morning
shows the sorrow
that these trees hide
and the thing that lingers
in the tangled branches
is the kiss that I'm longing
when we stood here
a long, long time ago.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
O...what a sweet poem...full of warmth... well written...lovely..my vote goes full of 10.. keep up..