(i got to scramble your words
to build a poem which may not be a poem at all,
who knows what a poem is?
chopping a celery and
putting it in the middle of a
salad,
pouring hot water to a coffee
inside a porcelain cup...
to qoute:
I cannot help but smile
at the fine touch of wit
mixed with irony bits.
I may know well that
wakarimasen
Get it often when people
try to avoid further discussions
may just take the
I don't know
into their arms,
holding tight to those words
as there would never be
another chance
to find another ways
to solve a problem..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem