a dandelion
against the wind
the wind spreads
each sleeping willow lightness
you watch it
and give it meaning
so light as a whisper
the soul sings
you follow one
landing on the blade of grass
you shed off
a mask
naked you fly as light
as a piece of dandelion blown by the wind
you are lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem