Leaving it all and leave, to live.
Time, experiences, turing back and silence.
Now those words scape
until those reach the spider web corners
of the childhood bedroom.
uniting all those strange thoughts,
they remain sticky in those spider webs.
they lived with those,
like the unsaid words.
Not even the spiders were able to digest it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem