Those eyes of the windows watching overhead- they are watching all
CCTV cameras are everywhere
Seeing the spider web in dreams
Smoky sleepwalkers return again
Trapped in endless pain, the mournful raven feels as though joy will never return
In every turn, a moral mapped;
The busy ant's journey is interpreted
The darkness stirs in the grief of fireflies
Silly butterflies swarm towards the unknown, artistic, artificial lights
An auspicious melody ring from the abyss
The sea floods the chamber of the ferocious squid
Space echoes emptiness and silence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem