Does the bad man
write a bad poem,
and the good man,
wouldn't it be better
if he tried not to
write about good
things at all,
bad things, are
what,
overshadowed
by the would of good...
everything that it is,
just has to leak out,
where these two meet,
I don't know?
you have lived too long
in the sunshine,
perhaps you didn't even
notice at all or see it,
not that I'm asking you
to empty your sockets,
I mean for some -
the Sun couldn't be emptier...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem