Fear of the tree's gloom singe the heart rate
Silhouettes of oak appearing
Dancing on window sills
As your face fades in and out
The illusion of what was once you
Tangled with concreteness or pure concept
It fades ever so fast
Questioning the actual existence
For it was mere twigs in the street light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fades ever so fast, good writing, thanks,