Without Gardener...
Garden's flowers
are orphans
without gardener...
But the cloud does
not forget
their thirst- never...
Oh what a pity
to me your azalea
on a window sill...
I saw this morning
pretty woman have
sprinkled by handful...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It sounds like eastern poetry. Transparent and so... touching. Azalea certainly needs a careful gardener.)