Disappearing mysteries are falling quietly into depths
of oceans.
Leaving self on pavements in sidewalks outside of the town.
Creating spaces to be filled some other time in periods of
distant loveliness.
Wandering slowly about the parking lot, not knowing which
way to go, just stopping periodically, wondering where he
should hide away.
Solid pieces of silent responses being hidden underneath
messages that will never be exposed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem