a blue fan,
whirling blue hands
a three some
it is cold
and they simply
wait
an orange glass vase
a red tulip solo
with the green leaves
pointed
like a sword
of a knight
some pearls
hang there
a daffodil with
long stalks
still uncut to
the desired size
some roots
growing at the
tips of an old
vine clinging
by my window
a ray of light
touching a
jade princess
that the bride
and groom
gifted me
three days ago
a bonsai beside
the blue fan
some dusts
and here i am
trying to bite
them all again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem