Today the world is a little more my own.
No need to remember the pain
A blue-frocked woman caused, throwing
Words at me like pots and pans, to drain
That honey-coloured day of peace.
‘Why don't you join the others, what
A peculiar child you are! '
On the lawn, in clusters, sat my
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem