Weird world it is very much,
You praise one, who denies you,
Refuse one, who venerates you,
Strange that is so much,
Hearing solitude all around,
Falling of desperate leaves
Through the frosty mud.
And painful that is too much,
Desiring a cricket's sound
Murmuring a song to his beloved.
wow. I have so many mixed emotions from reading this piece. I especially enjoy the different value i found in this, , .starting with the title.. the first line so simply and honestly stated.. it really opened this poem for me... nice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your poetry is always wonderful,