the tree in the forest is real.
i know it is. It had always been
the tree to my hand. Some leaves
fell on my palm and i keep them
as memories since then.
One day i met it finally in that
forest. It is real. Its bark feels
me. And i feel it too.
We never talked, lest the stranger
shall think that i have finally
come out of my senses.
i move out. It cannot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem