A dropp of water
Shattered the surface
Of depths where darkness
Paints with its crayons
A life so senseless
A work so senseless
Though art.
The dropp of water
So cruel. Why shatter?
You just broke the mirror
And then disappeared
But I am to live
With the splinters.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice sustained metaphor