See, the tree is flying
With the birds
The water is falling
With the stones.
O poet, I am in search of
Your poems here
In this terrified demons
And I feel delighted
With you in the mid summer.
My mind is not confounded
With fear, as, O poet, you are here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well written poem with good choice of words. Thanks for sharing