i sit here.
not surprised for those who
come uninvited and even for those
who know how to say
the word hello
not hurt for those who leave
without saying goodbye
like a revolving door
i see those who come and go
simply like the images of light
and shadows
like a rainbow that i see and
pointed with my finger
for the little brother to see
and then gone
like a dew like a gust of wind
just passing on the thin layer of
my skin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem