what we lost was only simple.
sensitivity.
the curiosity that killed a thousand cats.
we must take our seats.
calm down a bit.
on the grass lies the miracles
of the cocoon
spitting out a yellow butterfly.
there is this fragility of the petals
the glossy leaves
the charm of the morning glories.
i am amazed.
i am silenced.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem