What is to be said
Scattered on the grasses, dust, on the ways
What is not to be said
Arranged high in the night-sky
My untold words are meteors
Glistening in the darkness,
Fall
Drawing a sharp line for a moment
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In the night-sky! ! Nice work.
Many many thanks Edward...