on top of the roof
i lay my head and gaze at the stars
i feel so tiny.
in fact, tinier than each of them
the world travels and the space so wide
my arms are like twigs
i feel humbled and words accept
the fact of their uselessness
i feel this journey
alone and hoping that someday this must end
silently, onward to unexpected glory
whatever mystery is there, i must listen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem