what is there to see
in a moment when emptiness
does as it does with sentimental hearts?
a flower bloomed once,
its sweet fragrance yet perfumes the whole wind
nowhere it does not reach
plucked and wilted,
blown down and trampled,
is it too late?
her sweetness is already everywhere
so in case you did not believe,
you are welcome to taste it in these tears.
neither for sadness nor joy
but for wealth in touch and experience
this time these feet walk on contented, remembering soles