the silence
between us
bridges our
gap.
it speaks
even before we
understand.
you cut
as i become strips.
i summon air
to blow me away.
it is the silence
that remains
in the pond is
the fish without fins
upon a stalk
hangs a dead kingfisher.
all the petals drop
upon the night grounds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem