I was dreaming and saw
a room, as clean and tidy
as anyone could wish
still, there was something that
held me back, it seemed to be
frightening me while I stood there
but somehow, my curiosity
conquered my fright and I
entered, ignorant of things ahead
I strolled through the room
and came along a piece of
furniture filled with drawers
for a moment I closed my eyes
suddenly, I realized myself
I was holding a key in my hand
nourishing my wish for knowledge
I tried to open one of the drawers
a dry thud was heard while opening
a cloud of dust whirled out of it
leaving impressions, scary but
intriguing, causing me to wonder
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem