”Poet’s Forest”
I heard a noise stepping on the dead leaves on the silent autumn road
One more poet comes to the forest again
In the dignified gentle forest without blowing even the wind
A poet will come and read my own poem
Forest fairies silently listen carefully
Trees and insects listening to the voice of the heart
Read out in a gentle voice
Listening to the voice of the poet’s heart
I’m alive.
So the time of the forest here is a special space
I am moving on alive
Poet … now person …
