and so you let me read your poems
after so many nights when you made
them and finally finished all the lines
and i too shall take my hidden pieces
and read them secretly inside my mind
and i will tell you that your lines are as
perfect as mine and that yours deserve
to fly to the skies like mine which have
already perched upon a tree and looking
tired. All of them wanting to sleep and die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem