how i wish
my distant niece
writes
another poem
for the
dry land?
how flowers
still grow
despite the
drought
how the mudfish
buries itself
and never die
how free is the
hungry dove
flying in the sky?
we never pay
for the cost of
the kindness of
our words
how clouds
play well when
sunset comes
how endless is
the flow of the
river
who never dreams
of sea
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem