I would walk in the park to notice my gaze
Think to my past what I could lose to grace
Remind me of moments that quickly come by
Wisdom is my only way out of my rat race.
Why devote to my lingering mistake?
Joy is one boundary from which I'm awake
The pieces of time turned to look at my heart
Memory is the only hope out of this landscape.
I would smile to agree with a lovely scene
Wait for life to open up and come clean
Faces blossom -does camouflage lie?
Is the path ahead the one that's green?
Hither and thither may the wind blow
Streams of love may speak to flow
The grass remains as always green
While the moon smiles as I leave the scene.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem