As a child
In a time
Very long ago
I took some words
Looked at them like child
Then, put them one after another
Made letter-train, very long, meaningless
I felt looking at ants, from food source to the nest
I picked some, I laughed, twisted them and made spring
From left-overs I made rubber, like the one used for a pajama
Later made sling-shot, I use it to throw to you what I can find here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem