like you
beautiful woman, a bird on the window sill
sometimes gets tired of singing,
there is not usual tune
and the day becomes darker
than the usual night,
the sun not brighter and the
grass not green
as they are wont to be
there is no hope for flowers
that wilt today
the buds are falling.
i want to talk, but i cannot
like the bird that decides not to sing
because there is nothing
worth singing anymore
in my case
because nothing seems to be
worth living anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem