My one poem descends
daily, lightly, like white orchid. I
want to read more, print on the sand.
Why do you carry a firefly
in your palm? You do not want to
go into the dark night of another world?
How do you see in
your luminance of heart. One
way it bleeds, another way cries.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem