he was a leaf blown by the
wind, he has not landed yet on
the land,
he fell in love with the wind
and the wind fell in love with him,
and there they are together
wind to wind
intolong distance affairs
into continents
uncharted
and soon shall make
a storm of which when they come back
they never know us
and we never know them
except this
destination of self destruction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem