Blooming myself here
for the glory, in a shape
I was left, hand of sun flower
or the gesture in way she dwells
only in the silence and corner of the house,
only in the mind of the wanderer
Opaque fog forms and diminishes
could you be the existence?
a vision, like night
day could be the another version
-a form on the surface of the water
crystal-transparent and lovely
What you want to hold-
a new beginning, a new sun
like phoenix I decay and born
and look for the existence
of the sunflower
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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