if you go by what you feel
you end up changing always
because that is what feelings are,
clouds, air,
water, drops
a feeling is not
a house it
is sand,
it is a face not
a body
it does not
recognize footsteps
it is hair
without a skull
it is a stranger to
the past
and does not have
a future
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem