nothing goes sentimental
with the leaves and twigs
the creek moves on and follows
its instinct to the river
the clouds drift without sighs
the grass watch with indifference
just like us both
i just love it the way we reinvent love
with so much independence
seemingly with so much detachment
we are like birds flying in opposite directions
only to meet when the circle is completed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful reflection thank you