I know
About your departure from me
When the midnight
Comes to life-
The pillow told me.
I heard you
Gossiping to the washing stone
That my nakedness
Is in your custody.
You who desert me
During the summer
Should understand this much
That I am planning to fetch
A breathing blanket
For all seasons.
Let me see
What you will do since then.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow this is a truly unique poem, its like no other.