....and so i finally
found it,
this charm of simply
telling you
what is in my mind,
no extra color
nothing about perfume
just the plain
color of my skin
my sweat,
my fears, and wishes
it is like seeing stars
outside the house
and then coming back again
to your study table
and begin
writing about it, nothing added
but plain
description
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem