My mother died
In a dream
Last night
And my waking up
Crying
Reminded me
Of my crying when
One holiday morning
My balloon slipped through my fingers
And I watched it
Rise
Into the sky.
translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat
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Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
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Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet by accident.
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Leonard Durso 
This is a good one Leonard
Glad you liked it, Sheldon.
So moving.
He’s a wonderful poet.
He certainly is that.
What a beautiful poem.
Glad you liked it.
Beautiful. A poet I’d never heard of….
I’ve posted quite a few of his here. He died very young but is still very popular here in Turkey and quite influential.