Like the empty wall after you removed a years-old portrait
And suddenly the dust and spider-web, or even an infant spider for that matter
Suddenly piercing your heart...
Like winter evenings
Slowly spreading intolerable silence
Worse than all the cold and darkness -
'Cause, now nothing can hush the inner you...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Picture drawn well of the feeling.