it did not
and it will definitely not
matter if
you have read the letter
it will stay there
always waiting
it cares for no one to come
by and stop for a while
busily thinking about what
may come
oh, that letter stays silent
and hidden in one of those
drawers
in an abandoned house years ago
and those who once lived there
died peacefully
got the best burial ceremonies
in town
with all those flowers and candles
and crying neighbors
it does not matter
if the burning house eats all those
written words
and leaves only nothing but ash
and the sighs of the past
about a love
unrequited.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem