a bud sighs
throws a
question into
the air
there is no
answer
the bud turns
into a flower
the air has
no answer to the
question that
was thrown to
it
the flower wilts
and then the air
has come up with an
answer
which the soil now
receives as i lulls
the birth
of another seed....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem