Even the shabby horsetail
even the violet trampled over and over have loved this life

Just because the cherry blossoms cry
don’t follow and cry with them
The cherry blossoms have someone to look at them but you must cry alone

Each time the scars carved on your arm become vivid like a score without notes the saddest music in the world
echoes in my heart

Even if you become a horsetail in spring or a tiny violet
do not break the you that blooms in spring

                                                 Hana.M

I empty myself until my pencil wears down.
If pain could fade in the same way,
poems are born in my notebook, stained with vivid tears.
And light would fill the scars left in my heart.
The eyes of sorrow would lose their sight.
                                                   Hana.M

Let’s sow the memories in the field.
In the warm darkness, the past is not judged, and peace will come by avoiding the dazzling light.
Scattered pain will bloom into flowers.

All the unloved wounds will become daffodils.

I will come to love those flowers.
                                                       Hana.M

Even in a slanted world, she does not slip,
Even when she returns to a circle with no exit,
She moves forward as if it were the first time.

Living on a borrowed small leaf,
Filling her belly with a single drop of dew,
Rejoicing with her whole being at a petal carried by the wind,
I wishes to pass through life with steps slower than anyone else.
                                                 Hana.M