I am a dried up piece of fruit
that has fallen from the tree.
I created a thud when I hit the ground
and felt the moisture evaporate from me.
Here I lay until I decompose.
Here I lay like a trash can, empty
and left behind so that another one
can be empty and empty it shall be.
I'm not the only soul that lays
dried up and unable to nourish.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem