So curious am I to see
What her heart says to me
Will it reject
Or open sweetly?
I offer what I can…
Like giving water to a flowing river
soon swept up and into the past
No offering can really last
Her heart is change…
Like offering fruits to a blossomed tree
Abundance blooms on every limb
and perishes quickly, without a whim
Her heart is Nature…
Like building castles made from sand
A moment to appreciate, for her glory
The tides will rise and change the story
Her heart is time…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem