Not scared by stings
I will carry you in river to―
put you behind sun.
The maple has shed the
red leaves one by one in row,
as prayers for you.
Why would the snow skip
the road, where you stood midway
to stop the whirlwind?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bears do not prey on bumblebees. The workers and the drones do not care. A house once built can only fall, after a time of humble supplication. In ever chamber the future hurls pearls softened only by time. Only by the tears of the sea on the shores of the forests.