it is not as easy
as you think it to be
you spend time
you collect some emotions
you sprinkle it like
salt
you spread it like dusts
or sands
you do not keep them
it is not just like that
you let it pour like
rain as though you are such
a heavy dumb cloud
you are left in your own
chosen silence
still wondering what was it
imagine a chair rocking at
the lawn
and you are not there anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem