The sky is filled with comets
On the way to the world
An impatient sky at dusk
Birds drift like falling autumn leaves
On fickle winds
Life is on the whole is indifferent
Either you dance and drift like dust on this
Blushing sun-kissed sky or
Sink silently into the yielding loam of your sadness
My days dance before me now
The bad, the good, the we don't know
Our past dance is song and faded pictures
The force of youth is behind
The truth of our days lies ahead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem