AFTER You say the
truth, when the other merely
gives you nothing
but that
silly laughter
you shrink back into
a nook
becoming a creek
winding your way
back
under the
bamboo grove
Before you finally
recede into a thin surface of
sand
you take a glimpse of the
sky
to take the much needed
look of
the moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem