I break the silence
to bid farewel to my past
and future. You scream.
Dry leaves are being
crushed. The tall tree goes into
meditation to talk to his soul.
The hopes tremble.
Roots smile. The sap rises to
the wrinkled buds. Let spring come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The tall tree goes into meditation to talk to his soul very nice and poetic metaphor, excellent 10++++=