waiting all alone,
the bed sheets creased
Speaking silently,
the pillow fell to the floor
bolting unexpectedly,
the sash, at last,
found its armoire
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like you've got a poltergeist.
Great observation, Richard. After this comment, I get a creepy, horror tone to the poem. Thank you, my friend.