old parts hidden
for so long rotting
forgotten, misplace
in corners kissing
darkness and molds
sudden expose to sun
dust came up; storm
people are sneezing
nobody seem to know
i stand back; waited
back out went to safe
place; maybe tomorrow
i will be back to help
to dispose all these
rusting, dusty debris
or leave it be there
just like for years
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem