inside the saloon
your hair is cut
the people around
are speaking using their eyes
you are sleepy
watching the hours go by
there is silence
no matter what music drifts
in the saloon
what noise is there
you do not care
and so you only witness the
shadow of their unspoken words
through their eyes
the world goes on
nothing is perturbed
like an orb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem