It seems...
So many these days,
Have their own version of reality.
From which to pick.
To feel a comfort about this.
Except the true one presented.
Some wish never existed.
On a daily basis attempting to ignore.
Yet this reality to explore it more,
Has so many these days...
Closing their doors.
Hoping that to do,
Will give the truth of it...
Taking the hint.
Leaves and just from them goes away!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem