A fearsome shadow well-wrought
with my helpless casting on a neighborly wall
contorted its hazy torso like one mischievous spirit
and frightened me with all prissy dicta.
I gritted my teeth and took it head-on.
With a whine soon It was gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
helpless casting, good writing, thanks.