What is broken
scatters
a glass that you
throw on the window
feeds the splinters
diamond like
to the mornings of
my life
i guess
one can still
have faith
even in the breaking
of whatever
when, for instance,
this morning
breaks into
splinters of
twilights
i too break into
pieces of amazement
after the darkness
of my night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem