Here spring 2021
And
May arrived again rainy
I could lament or even cry
Seeing how silence spreads
Or ask
What is it patient or unloving?
Only, I lost the power to know
Seing that the wide-open door
Now means stay out, there
Talking is my only desire
It is May as green as can be
And yet
I know there is nothing here
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem