Not here,
The words.
The poet is
Here, though.
Not here,
The life.
Everything is
Here, though.
Human being is
Missing somewhere.
Time is passing,
Sky is watching.
Ah, the poet is
Sleeping.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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