Falling, falling and falling
You do nothing but fall.
Leaves are falling throughout year.
You have cropped fruit about to ripe on a twig.
The promise that you thought you were in front of vanished all of a sudden.
You have turned off the light of the room because you couldn't forgive yourself that you had faith in with love.
To hide what happened,
To try to calm and smile,
You have come this way like leaves that would never meet the ground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a kind of uniqueness in this poem, but I could not figure out. After reading one more time, wabi sabi, I understood that you try to write a poem on love. Cleverly written poem. For the trick of this poem I give you 10 marks.