Sometimes you wane
sometimes you stay
sometimes you are lost
Oh! wasted moon......
now time is lying beside me
like a tiny baby
remembrances of forgone days
yester rains drenches
those lamenting trees
graying dreams
a great span of time wrenches us
ultimately.
The broken mirror
reflects a thousand sun
in a thousand ways........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'The broken mirror reflects a thousand sun in thousand ways' is really beautiful.Very nice.