wind is swaying leaves
I am picking an one leaf
to my haiku-book
I decorate this book with
illustrations like miracle
fog and volcano
poet is writing poems
gazing at crater
a bird is flying above
with melancholic beauty
a way into temple
I am moving over carpets
of lotus flowers
the flowers hide boleti
and wonderful healing herbs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem