Sense the freedom that is shared,
Forgotten songs touch strings.
From reed separated long
The flute sings the lament,
Going back or forth is one.
Serenity of soul and the rebel spirit,
Make a sin or redeem is one.
Nature one all else but one.
This emptiness shall bring,
The path of pebbles and lush green.
Some other symbols than your beauty,
No moon no stars and no sun.
May 7,2012.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem