It has stopped raining in my heart.
Perhaps a rainbow will appear:
Beautiful and frail.
Its' spectral radiance
Will perhaps pointing to new horizons:
Beyond this city I call a prison.
Listen to the forest.
Listen to the wind that blows
From clusters of faraway stars.
A garden's silence is formed from subtle sounds.
Press your ear to a tree and listen
To the universal heartbeat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem