the memory of heart reflects a gentle sound
gentle tone shall remain within silence
the tones sound high
at times... die away
in order to blow
the silence off...
and to contain
the enlightenment of this moment
blaze in the eyes
as the beauty of fleeting moments
gently falls onto the ground
fleeting moments
they make up this enlightenment
read so beautifully with the heart!
(transl. Annaya Chomczyk)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem