sun reflecting mountain shadow
on silvery ripples on a pond
trees has grown up now, so tall
tall grass still abound where
where whispering leaves of melody
filters through melancholic ears
squessing few drops; pretty eyes
fishes will see it as rain falling
wooden bench beneath tree gone
cedar knees has taken its place
water has risen; global warming
branches are like arms reaching
towards pond's center; beautiful
white feather stands; head dress
for indian warriors from hillside
i smile swan feather, she's around
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
white feathers rustling in the wind looking away from urban lights the pond is always gentler than the sound of many waters stars floating gently and sparks dreaming always in abeyance...
this is beautiful i love it thanks