time makes you forget
yourself
sometimes you stop moving away
you need a mirror
faces it and looks at your face
there are so many lines
you undress yourself
and find our so many wrongs
so much have been neglected
you wonder
and you think of the river
that flows in so many winding ways
accepting and taking with its body
everything
there is no regret
it is nothing but fate to just be a river
to just be later
nothing but a part of the sea, the ocean, to be just
a part of everyone and
everybody
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem