When asked
he said he wrote what he did not
understand
he said it is the surface of
the table
the facade of a wall
the back of the shoe
and the ripple only of
the pond
there must be a good
explanation and
you are hiding it
away from us
there is. And i have lied
about its true meaning.
sadly, it is about the pain that
i found in the things that
please only you
he scratched his head
successful on that hiding
he gave a smile
for secrets that we too have
sharing it
like a delicious food
unnamed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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