we are simply meteors
passing a boundary of space
and the way they all look at us
with amazement
carries with it the fact that
we end with the soonest,
quickest fading,
it is as though
we did not pass that moment
of spark and speed
that they easily forget
after a short gaze
and if they remember
if we must insist
it will still take time
because we are so sudden
that sometimes they think
that we are but
figments of an imagination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem