”Poet’s Forest”

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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 …

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