ages has witness, the memories of time;
emulate the power of unforgivable happening
stages of life, as it venture the journey that
never come again in every step made
the cooled Siberian moist capture the
hyacinth of the skin, hurry to wait the breezing
air of the heart; each wrinkle the facial dew of
what then the soul reunited in your calling
fascination of reality bestowed
compassion return as what was remember
the evergreen of the sunlight hallucination of
fate, waited to past the haiku of stream in
your coming age, lay down all the card and
disguise your anticipation that everything has
to follow the nature flow
let, each branches fall with the trunk and
leave each leaf touches to the ground, the dirt
has something to say; as a dreaming call,
walk in an abode of shooting star, the night
become the moment of asteroid window of the
future
nay! make me to lay with the branches stay in
the ground without a trunk, my heyday is nothing
but a vague vacuum of me.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem