Feathers of birds are spread
In the wet yard
Gold falling sun get ashamed.
Meditation of stone is broken
With the chain of doubt.
The dream-flower is caused to bloom
In the stone tree with the density of faith.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Amazing use of metaphor. We can aspire to achieve virtually anything 'with the density of faith'. The freshness of expression is incredible indeed. Great poem. Thanks for sharing.