The turtle is gone.
Part of me dies.
22 years in the tank.
Reptile whispers
Under the succulent.
With this pass
I riddle with holes.
A shovel blade caked.
Butterflies vanish.
Shell hardens as I write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey cheer up, you know what, in this life things happens for a reason. Blaming yourself is not going to do you good . If only your blame can bring your turtle back then blame yourself more. But for now chill out and get yourself ready because you will definitely get more of them. Great piece