Hers or his
Regardless; I agree:
The world is too small to find in it a lost one
People disappear with their packed suitcases
As easily as they had appeared.
One in fog
One in dust
One in rain
One in wind
The cruellest
In snow, leaving footprints
Remaining…
Memories reappear
Now and then…
With movement of the curtains.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem