she is still
there with no one looking
at her anymore
i keep on asking
when is this woman gonna leave us
all alone?
when shall the lady from
the sun take over?
there's got to be
a change of the scenery
but no one is minding
the page has become
one still morning
no wind
no sun
no flower
no bee
just the routinized green
the pale letters
and the boring silence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem