Before the noon
Sun half-overhead
And
There comes
Running down
Through the mist
The leaves
It reached to me
Kissed
And said
'Hey stream,
Why don't
You fight over
Discover more
Surf and rush more
Pierce through
Reach the bottom
And
Dwell-up
The secrets of
The downcore of hearts? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem