I want to live my life
in a freshly formed dew drop.
In the mist of the night
with the moon shining bright
on a welcoming leaf
I want to drop
and take a slide.
Carefully then
but without
a prior plan
touch the
silken cheeks
of newly bloomed
water lilies
Gazing around
I relish
the quietness
of the town
Feeling secure
in this prismatic
surround
But when in time
the night has to retreat
and the new dawn breaks
with chirping and tweets
Its time for me to leave
I know
my fate has no reprieve
Life was short
but it was sweet
that's what counts
so don't miss me
nor should you weep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem