like the haze
you will stay only for a while
you have been unwanted by the light of the sun
and so after dusk
you shall depart and be lost
together with the darkness and the cold
you live there
the home of the haze
the place where doubt blooms
like the tiny yellow flowers
the leaves are made of
confusions
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem