the morning tears
on a bud
will not get
their moments
to glimpse the stars
yet
in every morning
the myriads
of promises
in tears
will always be there
on the bud
if to raise
their spirit
to the stars
no one knows
but the Rising Sun
to whom they offer
their prayers
in all mornings
on their bud
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Refreshing. beautiful.