Touch me
yes, please do it
Read my emptiness
And write on my roughness
Don't go distant
Yes, unmake me
And then make me again
Wonderful!
Wonderful wind is blowing
Tiny truths are smiling
Strings of art
And streams of poems
Autumn and the spring
Ah, I am so in love with you
You're the sacred city
Wavy virtue
And let this life live on forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem