the strong wind
last night
brought it by
the window
of this second floor
office
rotten branch
with a lichen still
growing
a patch of green
on brown bark
a bottle of mineral
water is empty
and it is beside it
the glass window
shows it
and so i notice it
not my fault
why i am saying
about their
existence
again these things
are not
significant
except perhaps
the strong wind
last night
it gave us fear
amidst the darkness
when all the
lights turned
off
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem