the time has finally come
a 15-second moment of dread
putting the pieces together
along with the wind’s murmuring
I’m not a bird, but a fish
and every false belief I held on to
is waiting to imbibe me
as the twinkle of life
wears off from my dejected eyes
it was good while it lasted
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem