10: 30 in the evening
October 29,
she went out the room
down to the ground floor
to the kitchen to have her
choco,
she could not sleep
something bothered her
between the kitchen and the
garage was a glass window
and in the left corner was
a string hammock,
it was cold
but there was no restlessness outside as
the leaves of the nearby tree
were still as a post
the hammock rocked itself
the hammock rocked itself so hard like a storm to her head
and then she remembered her father.
when her father died ten years ago,
her tear glands dried
the cause of his death was suspicious..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem