you ask me if i am
nowhere to be found
why am i nowhere
to be seen,
whether you lose me
whether i am lost
no, my friend,
i am always in this nook
mysterious as i want it
silently watching......
i like staying in this
corner where my
silence is comfortable
like some mildew
allow me to grow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem