The finger and a ring―
a story of bonhomie;
if you live precariously.
Difficult when you are perceptively nimble.
I would like to take off―
any clinger.
If you live in a crate, ―
there is no escape.
The pollination has stopped.
The washed bees will not go anywhere―
in this rain.
The bumbler will strike
when you are eating the poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With no ring on your finger - you fell free, but life lingers.