UNLESS THE GRAIN OF WHEAT DIES - Self-translated poems 5

Tonight

they’re moonstripes

my tears

for you

Unless the grain of wheat

I never knew

falls into the ground and dies

that the heart

can sing

beyond the pain

But if it dies

My love

it bears

go in peace

Peace

And these are my last tears

of moon

that I weep

tonight

my love

for you

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