The droplets are making sound
on your tiny face,
the periphery gradually becomes
wide to wider.
You hope
the next day raining-
is it an unusual angel,
may it appear in front of you.
The lazy bed sheet
never ends-
the love you create
may or may not
fulfill the god,
may or may not fulfill you,
it will be lightening face,
or whispering nature.
Will it make a life -
darkened life offspring.
*****
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem