You will not understand me
I am not a flower in the garden
That sheds colors and essences
Not a leaf that sings in the wind
And change colors with seasons
You will not understand me
I am not a stream moving on
That holds the sky in its flow
Not a busy bee hovering over
Flowers seeking nectar to live
I am but a thin wisp of smoke
Staring above to my last abode
Tethering to the pole of time I
Am but a dream in wakefulness
You will not understand me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem