you dance in
the middle of the
park
they take a glance
then pass
you dance in
the middle of the
rain
your chin is wet
with tears
as the rain stops
in an empty park
you sit upon a stone
and rest under the
tree
a lonely bird looks
at you
eye to eye.
the tree and the
stone feels nothing
for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem