in your mouth
is a dead fish
why did you
keep it inside the
whole night?
you are sending
the message of foulness
and fondness leaves
the sun that rises
in the morning
shall tell you that
it is nothing
a car arrives and
picks up memories
like traveling bags
bound into an
airport
of nowhere.
there will be
no goodbyes
the hellos
were not said
anyway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem