Spiders have left or they have died
They left behind their deserted ghostly city
With many torn insect wings on windowsill
And scattered carcasses of small spider bodies.
This spider city is now just a city of ghosts
With no sign of life during the day or night time.
Every night, dusk to dawn light still shines
But no trapped insects and no spiders' acrobatic shows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem