i closed the book
marked it, that chapter
particularly with a
paper geisha from Tokyo
i see, you are having
breakfast alone, as I
watch in silence, to such
a forgiving view,
i move on alone in peace
but as promised I
still must take care
of your affairs,
you have no knack for
reading, it is painful
still, i cannot help
you on this,
as you smile, to the wind,
your coolness spreads.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem