the soul, my Love
is wandering.
with some words
for you to hum.
the sound is sweet,
soft to the touch of your mouth.
I wonder what you are thinking of,
just thinking of,
when it starts to resonate.
never ask the wind to sing this.
it is for you carry,
in the world of silent woods.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love is a season, when the season fades, the soul begins its search