i spent a few minutes
reading my old poems
which were scattered
on this beautiful universe.
They're like wine it ages
and i have fun turning pages.
Yes, i should show to all
but i don't like to cut-off
my line of thought. It worries
me to write things of long
time ago. i prefer the present
at the most, fresh, easy to write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem