As if walking―
in cyberspace, searching
for you.
I want to ask you
to give back my tears―
which were shed,
on murder beach.
What renunciation―
you need, living in the shell
of a mollusk?
You don't want to―
be found. O destiny, goddess
of ciphers― tell me,
why did this happen?
Your silence opening the
blood trails?
My branded poem still weeps.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem