against the backdrop
of an evening
light
lies the skull of
a busy life
in the morning some gnats
put on the dress of flesh
in the helplessness of the
veins
the rain water shakes its
locks of hair
a butterfly comes here once
in a while
as an inspiration of the
poetess
meanwhile the rivers sings a song
of a triumphant
arrival to the sea to the sea to the sea
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem