The wind blows leaves on trees
air releases the gusts gale
as a thought eludes a breeze
snow white clouds set sail
along we walk forever
through the same world
where words endeavour
this old netherworld
green floats across the path
which dust has filled to the brim
a smoky place to feel his wrath
on which I sacrifice my limb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem