Nightmares finding their way into the marshes of life,
sticking like toasted marshmallows to the roof of my
mind at times.
Looking at them in detail, trying to explain their
appearance to others through a simple poem.
Raising hairs on the back of my neck even though knowing
they are harmless in the light of day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem