THOUGH leaves are many, the root is one;
Through all the lying days of my youth
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;
Now I may wither into the truth.
Nice poem, I liked the words. There's no need to be aggressive at the start though
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now I may wither into the truth.............this is what expected from a humble soul.