Death felt in high winds
Life's travel in sudden shift
No one can stop it...
Yes, it comes swiftly, in the end, no matter how slowly it approaches. I imagine it is like a high wind that sweeps us away, and we are helpless as we leave. Nice Haiku. Distills what can seem complicated to many. Love that 5/7/5 and the succinctness of this poetic format.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent! Death, a harsh reality well defined.