on the bend slippery.
the accelerated car
is overturning.
wheels are spinning.
still, in ears squeal,
shout,
and suddenly...
silence.
only after a moment,
a strange voice and a signal
drilling ears
are getting through to her
she is watching
how they are going away quickly,
if only never
again to come back.
somebody put flowers...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I only know.. how Lily.. each the Rose... and how trees grow.. so very deep... and live.. within the forest..iip