a leaf from the tree
gliding
sliding
swinging
like a kite caressing the wind
now a boat on the river
along with colourful fish
a green flash on the
shining golden water
moved hurriedly
disappeared with the flow
water doesn’t know
air doesn’t know
tree doesn’t know
fish don’t know
this game of hide and seek.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If he throw his hand he will go into the river and he will drink the water. the pome is the best.